Tag: loss

Pining

Pining

Fire in the heart
keeps burning
long after
the love has gone
It is the candle
burning bright
for you
that keeps me
holding on
 
Watching from the window
expecting you 
to walk
up the path
Pretending nothing
happened
A figment of
my imagination
Your avalanche of wrath
 
Hopelessly pining
for the love you
took from me
when you left
Saying I was
undeserving
and leaving me
forever bereft
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Fire

Avalanche

Watch

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Invisible

Invisible

How do i erase you
from my mind?
How do I delete you
from my memory?
How do I forget the love
we shared?
After the feelings I bared
 
You have rejected me
and scorned me
I am banished from your life
I have become invisible
and out of sight
The sting is as bad as the bite
 
You look right through me
as if I did not exist
You are blind to my presence
Obscured from your view
I am now insignificant
as I become your relinquishment

 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©


Merrill is hosting at the bar tonight at dVerse Poets Pub
Tonight's challenge is "Invisible"

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First Love

First Love


We have always been together
Since you were a little girl
and I was just a sapling
 
You shared your deepest secrets
and cried underneath my boughs
I was here when you were grappling
 
I loved you and protected you
and I watched you grow into
a beautiful young woman
 
To let go of you now
when you need me the most
would be inhuman
 
Tell me what troubles you my child?
Has someone broken your dear heart?
Why are you weeping?
 
You finally calm your mind
and look at me with big teary eyes
and tell me your heart is leaping
 
You are not feeling sad
Quite the opposite, you say
Your heart is full to bursting
 
You have fallen in love
with someone so special
and he has asked for your hand
 
You are going to move away
Leaving me alone without you
It has already been planned
 
Now my heart feels broken
My sap begins to seep
I will be alone in this meadow
 
You hug me one last time
Promising to return one day
and I just weep like a willow
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
 
In response to Reena's picture prompt

Reena's Weekly Challenge 72 - What do you see?

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Yearning

Yearning

I saw you slowly changing
From the man you used to be
The partner in my life
Now void of clemency
You no longer took prisoners
When you went to war
Trampled on the underdog
To settle any score
 
I invented excuses
To explain your attitude
Your combative personality
Could dampen any mood
It was a riddle to most
What happened in your head
A human conundrum
No one could ever be your stead
 
I pine for you my lover
Who held my heart near
Never hurting my feelings
Or giving me fear
I yearn for your homecoming
To the place you are treasured
Held safe and loved
I fear you have perished

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Riddle

Homecoming and Partner

Underdog

Clemency

Invent

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When

When


She longed for the halcyon days
When he would drape her in love
When the sun would smile on them
Kissing their skin
When the birds would sing their song
and the flowers dance
When they would find shade
under the Royal Poinciana
and watch the parade
of soldiers marching
 
She longed for the halcyon days
before he left her
alone and bereft
When she thought she could
cry no more tears
When her heart became empty
Fragile and brittle as bone
A woman broken
From the loss of someone
Taken from this life too soon
 
She longed for the halcyon days
Before the war
The one nobody understood 
Why they were even there
So long ago now
But time did not heal her wounds
She still ached for him
and what might have been
A life lost forever 
A love that still endures

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Royal

Parade

Halcyon

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Mermaid

Mermaid

She had lived in these waters
Where she would call to him
He was curious and came willingly
And together they would swim

She took him to the ocean floor
And they would pick up starfish
Marveling at their million legs
And on each one make a wish

He learned to ride the dolphins
While she swam alongside
They would lie on the rocks
With each other, preoccupied

As they sat in the sun
He would braid her hair
He had fallen deeply in love
And did not want to share

One day he had to go away
And thought his heart might break
She promised him she would stay
But he feared he’d lose her in his wake

He constructed an image of her
And placed it on the rocks
So she would remember where to come
He would return at the spring equinox

She came back every day
Waiting for her love
She would laugh at the statue
And look up above

The sun had changed its position
But he had never returned
She became tired of waiting
This mermaid had been spurned

She swam far away from there
And did never return
When he finally reappeared
All that was left
was the monument so taciturn

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Hélène Vaillant’s What Do You See? – Photo Prompt

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When Your Number Is Up

When Your Number Is Up

She looked to the mountains
With the colors of red and gold
Like her brazen hair
A Celtic look strong and bold
Her husband a seaman
sailing the oceans seven
Like his father before him
a cabin boy at age eleven

Used to her loneliness
she cared for the croft
Sheep to be fed
and hay in the loft
Her feelings repressed
Who would hear her voice
The bairns too young
she didn’t have a choice

The small cottage
never dingy or unclean
A spotless home
A place that was serene
This day her thoughts
were indulgent and sublime
But they were ephemeral
Being in the world of maritime

A storm picking up
Dark clouds gathering
She rounded up the young ones
as the shutters began clattering
Just another day
This woman of resilience
Keeping home fires burning
Until her husband’s deliverance

Marking the calendar
Until his return on leave
Nine more days
Of wool to weave
One week and two days
Until he is home safe and sound
Sadly she did not know
That he had already drowned

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Repress

Dingy

Ephermeral

Sublime

OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day #29 – By the Numbers

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Broken Dreams

Broken Dreams

Once upon a time
when you were my lover
we used to live in our world
of magical fantasy with
new experiences to discover

Fearless and free
We sailed the seven seas
Swimming in oceans
Enduring blizzards
And climbing trees

Our dreams were endless
and energy unbounded
A magical pair
Living in enchantment
Any negativity unfounded

Was it then prophetic
that you went away?
You became my former lover
Our lives modified
No longer here to stay

I fascinated you no longer
The spell was broken
In a New York minute
My hopes and wishes dashed
Another word never spoken

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing

Word Promp[ts:

Prophetic

Former

Blizzard

Modify

OctProWriMo – Poem a Day #18 – Once Upon a Time

 

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Pound of Flesh

Pound of Flesh

Revenge was apparent
after she had been violated
He had taken what was hers
Her body abused and desecrated

There was an air of desperation
She wanted justice served
Eventually it came and
he got what he deserved

Finally what had been craved
Was now hers to feast
But that plump, pound of flesh
Was not as filling, not in the least

She could not fathom why
Retribution was not hers
Hibernation became routine
The outside world now a blur

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Apparent

Plump

Fathom

Routine

Hibernate

OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day – October #8 – Madness

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Lady of the Lake – Poem of the Month – November 2018

Lady of the Lake

The moon had risen in the black sky
Giving an ethereal luminescence
Silver shimmering ripples on the lake
Magical in its quivering quintessence

The place of myths and legends
Mystery suspended in the cool night air
A white vision stands at water’s edge
A commanding presence with her long hair

The Lady of the Lake a mourning bride
of a soldier murdered by his men
Distraught she threw herself to her death
Forever trapped to roam over and again

Wandering the walls of the Charles Fort
A familiar sight of agonized plight
Grief-stricken for her dead groom
She walks the darkened streets at night

Her trapped spirit  forever nocturnal
Appearing to those who can see
The Lady of the Lake is still mourning
Her loss forever burned into history

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

OctPoWriMo – A Poem a Day – October #7

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Prompted by a Tragic Irish Ghost Story The White Lady of Kinsale

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