Tag: life

The First Step

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The First Step

The road is long
and not for the
faint-hearted
It will bend and twist
uphill and down
Unforgiving
and full of
pot holes
There is no choice
on this journey
of life
You will stumble
and fall
and at times
you will reach
a crossroads
where sometimes
you will stay
in neutral
Unsure
and unknowing
You will take
the wrong path
without question
but you will learn
from the mistake
and carry on
to the next junction
With experience
you will choose wisely
There are no shortcuts
on this road
called life
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
 
 
 In response to Sue Vincent's Write/Photo

Rest

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Rest

The milky moon
shines a delicate light
through clouds of gauze
this balmy summer night
 
The rain from earlier
still puddled on the ground
The night had become still
with barely a sound
 
A caterwauling feline on a fence
Hatchlings safe in their nest
A hooting owl high in a tree
Hungry baby on mother’s breast
 
The day comes to an end
with everyone in their place
Time to rest before returning
with the night’s grace

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Delicate - WotD
Return - RDP
Nest - FOWC

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Existence

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Existence

The view across the lake
in the early morning
Magnificent in its silence
as the day was dawning
Birds aroused and calling
in a contest of sound
Happy communicating
while others dig the ground
 
Each day wondrous
in its simple familiarity
Traveling on the wheels of existence
Rotating in its peculiarity
Monotonous but necessary
a cycle impossible to cheat
The tread of time so ruthless
that it tramples even kings under its feet
 
Such is life
A difficult road to follow
Beautiful yet tough
sometimes a hard pill to swallow
Moments captured and stored
in the memory banks of existence 
Destined to be robbed by spendthrifts
With little or no resistance
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Prompts:

Silence

Contest

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Spendthrift

Mind Love Misery's Menagerie Saturday Mix
Personification, using this sentence:
The tread of time is so ruthless that it tramples even the kings
under its feet.

Homeless

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Homeless

Fatigued by a vagabond life
Bones weary from the weather
Clothes threadbare and worn
skin tough as hammered leather
 
A look unmistakable
with eyes forever distant
An existence not of choice
always socially resistant
 
Fame lost in history
and soon forgotten
family ties and love
now decayed and rotten
 
Tattered belongings
A bottle in a brown bag
A dirty old blanket
His only swag
 
The liquor warming
and a welcome treat
soon lost in a whisky haze
This sad life on the street
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Vagabond

Fame

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Role Playing

		

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Role Playing


 


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:


Linda G Hill’s Stream of Consciousness – Role/Roll


Impose


Unique

	    


	    	

	    	
	

	

	    	

		
		
Jerk

		

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Jerk


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


Point


Bonfire


Bask


Snooze


Public


Onslaught


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Musical Notes – Tanka

		

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Musical Notes


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 ©


Photo by Dominik Scythe on Unsplash


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.

	    


	    	

	    	
	

	

	    	

		
		
Departed

		

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Departed


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:


Harvest 


Spartan


Glade


Limit


Exemplify


OctPoWriMo – October Poem a day


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