My role is unique
I’m somewhat of a freak
A drum roll I compose
No intention to impose
I play the part
With all my heart
Will I pass the audition?
My hard work come to fruition?
Thanks, but no thanks
No need to fill in the blanks
I didn’t get the job
Now my head begins to throb
No room for any sorrow
Back at it again tomorrow
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
What I ask is the point
To do what will disappoint
Why would you pour oil on a bonfire
When you know what will transpire
You actually enjoy being
The one always disagreeing
An onslaught of peppered criticisms
When no one wants your idealisms
You would bask in your own glory
While delivering a sad sob story
Public enemy number one
Never wanting to be outdone
Your motto is to never snooze
If you do you might lose
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts
Linda G Hill’s Stream of consciousness Saturday asked us to open a book and ‘point’ and write about where you landed. I arrived at a poem by Rupi Kaur …
let it go
let it leave
let it happen
nothing
in this world
was promised or
belonged to you anyway
– all you own is yourself
It inspired me to write this poem I called Jerk
Photo by Nicolas Ladino Silva on Unsplash
Mountains high enough
To shield me from the cold wind
Blowing through my life
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Staring at the moon
Looking for answers to life
Like a lover scorned
The soulful cello awoke
Your essence was there once more
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
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In responce to OctPoWriMo Challenge Notes – a Tanka
The challenge suggested using notes that we keep to prompt our writing. I always have the sound of the cello in my head and had made some notes about how it made me feel.
I harvest the remnants
of our life once complete
Limiting the time I spend
Reminiscing
As my heart now deplete
My eyes look around
the spartan room
Your things gone
and furniture removed
A feeling of empty gloom
My eyes drawn to the window
Afternoon sun bathing the glade
In a matinee performance
of fantastic color and light
A silent serenade
Missing you, still loving you
Feeling you here
Where life used to exemplify
our love and intimacy
Now fated to disappear
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
OctPoWriMo – October Poem a day
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From the mouths of children
Breathing white smoke
The chill of the day already
Covered by an invisible cloak
As if filled with tears
The gathering dark clouds
Ready to burst with rain
Over the swelling crowds
Sounds of the street
As day fills with life
Echo in the cold winds
That can slice like a knife
The sonorous voice
Of an eager hawker
Selling his wares as
Patrons offer tender
Bundled citizens hunched over
With faces as red as roses
Braving the bitter cold
With dripping noses
Hirsute dogs straying
Amongst the throng
Looking for scraps
As the day grows long
An alliance of locals
Gather at the tavern
Adopting good humor
As the moon turns silvern
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
This is where I want to be
With people eager and free
Different looks and colored hair
Seems a place where we can share
A diverse cultural melting pot
We get to see what each other’s got
Learning to respect our neighbors
and appreciating their labors
New colors, sights and sounds
Different foods to be found
Some have suffered like we cannot imagine
Escaping a vile and dictatorial faction
Needing our comfort and kindness
Along with some color blindness
We all bring something to the table
It is not necessary to label
We can learn a lot with an open heart
Our mosaic life is an abstract art
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Helene Vaillant at Willow Poetry’s “What Do You See” Photo Prompt Mosaic
There are a few obvious “Glass” choices for this week’s song lyric challenge but this one from Michael Jackson, Man in the Mirror, has a strong message and such passion I just have to share it. Michael’s voice was so beautiful.
Enjoy your Sunday!
In response to Helen Vahdati’s Song Lyric Sunday 09/16
Michael Jackson
[Extended Chorus]
I’m starting with the man in the mirror
I’m asking him to change his ways
And no message could have been any clearer
If you wanna make the world a better place
Take a look at yourself and then make a change
I’m starting with the man in the mirror
I’m asking him to change his ways
And no message could have been any clearer
If you wanna make the world a better place
Take a look at yourself and then make that change
I’m starting with the man in the mirror (Man in the mirror, oh yeah)
I’m asking him to change his ways (Change his ways)
(Come on, change)
And no message could have been any clearer
[Bridge]
If you wanna make the world a better place
Take a look at yourself and then make the change
You gotta get it right, while you got the time
‘Cause when you close your heart (You can’t)
Then you close your mind (Close your, your mind!)
[Chorus]
(That man, that man) I’m starting with the man in the mirror
(That man)
(Ooh!)
(That man, that man) I’m asking him to change his ways
(That man, the man)
(Change his ways, ooh!)
And no message could have been any clearer
If you want to make the world a better place
Take a look at yourself and then make that
(Take a look at yourself and then make that)
Change!
The water ripples
In never ending circles
Reflecting its life
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing
I am a charming
Choice number three
Three times is a charm
Or so they say
It had better refer to me
Things come in threes
You can live a charmed life
Prince Charming came along
Charmed, I’m sure
Happy to be his wife
Lucky charm around her neck
Charms on a bracelet jingling
Plenty of Southern Charm
Ladies never sweat
In fact they’re glistening
He could charm the pants
Off anyone who’d listen
Although no one cared to
She left for charm school in Europe
Parents paying for her tuition
Someone will sweep her off her feet
He’ll likely be a charmer
He will cheat on her
Three’s a crowd
So who will be his partner?
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
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