Tag: loss

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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Lover’s Legacy

Lover’s Legacy

I bury my face in your shirt
Smelling your cologne
Still lingering on the fabric
Laundered clean since then
Yet you are there touching my senses
The ritual almost tantric

Coffee brewing in the pot
Kitchen filled with a glorious aroma
Morning smells familiar of you
Fresh baked bread and soft butter
Roses picked fresh from the garden
Sweet and fragrant still covered in dew

If love had a scent
It would bear your name
Your essence is omnipresent
Each room I wander into
Provoking memories of you
But you are now absent

As always lost in my reverie
Dreaming of what we once had
and wondering why it went wrong
Did I become invisible by loving you
And you could no longer see me
Or did you never quite belong

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Gina’s Challenge – Comfort Smell – at D’Verse Poets

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Departed

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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Evil Woman

Evil Woman

You scarred him for life
Midwife to the devil
So full of jealousy
You egotistical witch
Taking the gift of motherhood
To an unacceptable level

Poor child yearning for approval
Just wishing for the love of his mother
Instead he gets a competitor
A green-eyed monster
Craving the attention meant for him
As if she were his wicked stepmother

A pathological narcissist
Always cruel and wicked
With only love for herself
Doing damage for a lifetime
He was just an innocent boy
Now a man afflicted

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Gone

Gone

No more black and white
Just shadows of grey
Direction is no longer clear
Since you went away

Numerous times
I question why
You left so suddenly
But never a reply

A ghost like presence
Where you once were
Never again
To darken my door

Your essence everywhere
Woven into my life
Carrying it in my body
Twisting against the knife

Your voice lingering
In the empty room
Not answering my words
Nothing left to exhume

Bravado my new guise
Not wishing to show anguish
Reflexive responses
In my misery I languish

A sense of foreboding
You will never return
Life with you
I will have to unlearn

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Numerous

Bravado

Reflex

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Fall from Grace

The sound of your voice
Lingers in my head
Your words carved in stone
Like a gravestone for the dead
Breath caught between
My lungs and throat
Leaving me speechless
With no sound to emote
Encircling me as you fire
your ammunition
Not yet triumphant
Until my dissolution
Vex until prey exhausted
Seeing the fear in my eyes
Continue your blasting
Ever a reason to chastise
Always the possibility
Your feelings would turn
Ultimately rejecting me
Like the proverbial worm
An irritation to your delicate self
My face no longer fits your picture
I’m not stroking your ego
Nor resembling your descriptor
Drowning my livelihood
In the sea of your discontent
Regarded as your property
Finding a way to circumvent

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Encircle

Dissolve

Vex

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