
Senryu As life passes by I remember the good times Carried in my heart Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Senryu As life passes by I remember the good times Carried in my heart Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Today I wondered what is the point of life when repetition gives no pleasure? Wake, work, sleep Wake, work, sleep Spinning plates on the top of poles Keeping them simultaneously turning Juggling balls in the air Making it through the day only to repeat tomorrow Rolling a proverbial snowball up the hill when pushing its weight becomes more and more laborious Struggling to keep it on course Before losing control The end of the line Will come into focus soon enough as this journey is almost complete Where would this road take me Will I become one of the demented or perhaps tragically taken? Will I suffer a painful Illness or treatment? or will I be wedded to pharmaceuticals by the handful? Will any of these events be acceptable to me? Will I have any choices regarding the end of my days? The doorbell rings and shakes me from the contemplations filling my head My questions and concerns gone in an instant as the sun shines brightly from little faces smiling up at me Those dark and worrisome thoughts are there for another day Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Photo Pixabay
Looking back at the place from where I had come I see the crooked road travelled At times losing my way and falling victim to those wishing me harm Paying the price of my naïveté Other times hitting road blocks From choices made without intelligence Wisdom not yet in residence But I keep going and the road straightens when sharing the pavement The distractions lessen and the weight of carriage shared smooths bumps in the road Look further on ahead, there between truth and falsehood, a little empty space. It is there that I know I have arrived Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Punam from PaensUnplugged is guest hosting D’Verse Poets tonight and has shared some of the beautiful works of Amrita Pritan. Punam asked us to choose one of the lines she picked from Pritan's poems, and use it as an epigraph for our poem or as a springboard. The line I chose was: Look further on ahead, there between truth and falsehood, a little empty space
It is on this ground that I took my first steps Unsure, shaking and stumbling The road straight and narrow Merciful to someone young and naïve Over time it became uneven With twists and turns At times unnavigable Bottomless potholes hidden beneath puddles of rain Deep cracks to trap and trip Ensnaring those without caution It was on the same ground that I worshipped you You, who would lead me along with a promise Never to be kept This ground hard and unforgiving Hurting my bones Blistering my soles I kissed this ground you walked on And it led me on a road to nowhere Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Ingrid is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and has prompted us with concrete poetry. For this challenge, I want you to write a poem using only concrete nouns, subject matter and imagery. For the purposes of this exercise, the following words are banned: soul, love, lust, dreams, sorrow, suffering, heartache, wonder, etc. Image by jplenio from Pixabay
Ugliness lives in an anger-filled world careening out of control Violence and hatred rule in the name of rights minus responsibilities Butterflies live and flutter in silence The delicate beauty of the moment touching senses with colorful vision and gentleness Imagination captured Escape secured Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Lillian is hosting Monday Quadrille at D'Verse Poets She has prompted us with the word "Careen" A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words minus the title Photo by __ drz __ on Unsplash
On reflection, and as we get older, do you find there are always a lot of “what if” statements that come to mind? I try not to do it because what’s the point? There are no do-overs in this life but it would be fun just to imagine how life could have been knowing then what we know now. Don’t you agree?
For Linda G. Hill’s One Liner Wednesday
I pin my hopes and dreams
on a cork-less board
and watch them fall
empty and unfulfilled
to the floor below
Time after time I wonder,
was there a hiccup
in my biological make up
convincing me to believe
things that will never be?
In my mind’s eye is a vista
of a life of perfection
One I am meant to be living
But it never becomes reality
Patience stretched to snapping
Disillusioned but not beaten
I continue to pin hopes and dreams
wherever they might adhere
Because one day, perhaps
something will eventually stick
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All Rights Reserved
Pin - Stream of Consciousness
Biological - Word of the Day
Vista - RDP
Senryu Remnants of your life Scattered across our story Leaving painful scars Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
It occurred to me that I my have used this once before. I don’t know when, but what the heck, it goes with my week. Yesterday I was pounded with lemons! How has your week been for you?
For Linda G. Hill’s One Liner Wednesday