Tag: loss

Collateral Damage

Collateral Damage

You bring me flowers
after the rain
Thoughtful gestures
Romantic, sincere
I settle into a cocoon
of forgetfulness
Languishing
in your attention
Misread, phony
Serving a purpose,
but not mine
I cannot be bought
I am here
I am real
I was born at night,
but not last night
Seeing it for what it is
About you and what
money can buy
I am collateral damage
to be written off
Easy come, easy go
without the bat
of your eyelid
I will swallow my pride
one more time
Disappointment
a bitter pill to swallow
but each time
I become more immune
 

Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

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Taking a Knee – Ironic





Like you I have struggled to find the words to respond to the horror of the murder of George Floyd before my very eyes. A man who allegedly tried to pass a counterfeit $20 bill was immediately regarded as a thief and killed without a trial or a chance to plead his case. Was he a threat to society? Did the police treat him this way for our own good? Absolutely not.

The irony of this story is he was killed by the knee of a policeman. If you remember it was just a few short years ago that quarterback Colin Kaepernick knelt during the national anthem in silent protest to the unjustified police killings of African Americans. His action was quickly adopted by many players in the NFL and every Sunday we saw them all taking a knee prior to the game. Kaepernick was promptly fired by the San Francisco 49ers and was ostracized by other teams who regarded him as an unpatriotic troublemaker and he never played in the NFL again. His career was ruined for protesting and highlighting that Black Lives Matter. Instead of acknowledging what he was protesting, his critics were deeply offended by his disregard for the flag and thought that was more egregious. “Taking a Knee” as it was referred to quickly picked up steam and it was adopted by many sports personalities. They became targets of Trump and were treated despicably.

Now a policemen has used his own knee to publicly take the life of an African American. Where is the justice?

Today I am ashamed of America.

Taking a Knee

We watched
as the horror unfolded
He lay helpless on the ground
Hands behind back
Cuffs binding wrists
Immobile 
Yet a knee on the neck
Unnecessary
Arrogance and power
pressing down hard
Choking life from his body

Oh the irony of the knee!

Silent Sunday protests
Peacefully and respectfully
objecting
to police brutality
Taking a knee
Only to be
Criticized
Deviled
Ostracized
Unemployed

and threatened with
silent warnings

You take a knee
and our knee will
Take the breath
from your body

... and they did

Racism lives on
in the USA

Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Rest In Peace George Floyd, you will never be forgotten
and your death will not be in vain. #blacklivesmatter


Prompts
RDP - For our good
FOWC - Thief

Lost Souls – Poem of the Month – June 2020

Lost Souls

Only the sea
could match the anger
Only wind could
howl with more clangor
Here no one listens
and there’s no one to call
An unheard scream
goes where dead words fall
In the furor of crashing waves
drowning the agony of woes
The significance of their pain
wasted on those no one knows
Flowers waving in sympathy
as they slip to a watery grave
Where lost souls are bound
and not one person can save


Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Sue Vincent's Weekly Write/Photo

Imprisoned

Imprisoned

Trapped in a prison
of memory 
Alone with
a heart destroyed
Watching hopes
and dreams go
around and round
like a circle
in a spiral 
spinning
downwards
out of control
Impossible
to save them
No desire to
try anymore
Accepting of
the cruel fate that
robbed me of you
Leaving me with
thoughts of what
might have been




Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Grace is hosting Open Link Night at D’Verse Poets tonight 
Bush Boy is hosting today's RDP prompt “Like a circle in a spiral”

Blurred View

Blurred View

Seeing the broken pieces
of what is left
of this fractured life
laying before me 
I am unable to make sense
of what is happening
 
Uncontrollable tears
blur my view
It matters not what
is presented to me
but how I feel
inside my heart
 
Did I feel it slipping
through my fingers
before it crashed to the floor?
Did I miss the warning signs?
I stare into the sky as
the last light of dusk is fading
 
Pink hues painted across
the evening canvas
A moment to pause and
wonder at the
beauty before me
but it means nothing
for I care no more
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

I response to Sue Vincent's weekly
write/photo challenge

D’Verse Poets Open Link Night
hosted by Grace 

Peace

Peace

I feel myself recoiling
and closing down
Shutting out the dissonance
No fight left inside me
One more spiteful remark
will make no difference
 
Your comfortable chaos
has slowly eaten away
at my core
Calculated and manipulative
Strategically planned
to wound in your war 
 
Peace will only come
in my final retreat
Conceding to the last
Words have left me
As I withdraw from the conflict
and leave you in my past
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

OctPoWriMo - Day 31 - Peace

Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting Open Link Night
at D'Verse Poets Pub

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How Did I Get Here?

How Did I Get Here?

It was not meant
to be like this
Searching a lifetime
to be with you
What did I miss?

We had both fallen
in the past
Stumbling in flaky blind love
Mistaken but 
finding each other at last

Everything else
was a dress rehearsal
For what was to be
our rhapsody
Never expecting a reversal

We learned our lessons well
or so I thought
only to be derailed
A love and life casualty 
and all the pain it brought

How did I get here
in this too familiar place?
Alone and heartbroken
back again
at the start of the race


Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©


OctPoWriMo - How Did I Get Here?
FOWC - Derail
RDP - Flaky
WotD - Rhapsody

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Poem of the Month – September 2019 – Shaken

Shaken

Love has left
this marriage,
this house
Taking with it
my peace of mind
Equilibrium shaken
Identity robbed
Feeling naked
Leaving me maligned
 
The view of future
obscured with dense fog
I claw my way through
not knowing where the path leads
Sunlight intermittent
Brief and encouraging
Only to be snatched away
From the remnants of tangled weeds
 
A cloud of black rain
doused the fire in your heart
The hatred left to fester
slowly eating away at your core
You are the victor of this battle
Taking no prisoners and 
you now live alone with
your ugliness for ever more


Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompt

View

Image by Michael Drummond from Pixabay 
 
 
 

Shattered

Shattered

I pick up the pieces
of our broken life
scattered on the floor
Trying to remember
how it used to be
Not sure anymore
 
Continuing madness
Same, over and over
Insanity of the heart
Shattered in
a thousand shards 
of mosaic art
 
This the aftermath
as two exploding
stars collide
All that’s left
of what was once
a coveted prize

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Broken - WotD
Continue - RDP
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Across the Universe

Across the Universe

The flicker of movement
in the corner of my eye
Warm breath on my neck
A soft touch
against my cheek
These things
Let me know
of your presence
 
When sadness consumes me
or I dissolve in a meltdown
the house lights will flash
That little bird sitting
on my shoulder
Whispering in my ear
and I know
you’ve heard me
 
These subtle messages
of communication
Imagined or not
give me the strength
I need to grow without you
for you have gone now
to somewhere else
across the Universe
 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Universe
Melt

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