Senryu You don’t let me speak Instead you talk over me So my words are lost Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Daily Haiku – Wed. April 21, 2021
Tag: lost
Daily Haiku – Thu. March 11, 2021
Senryu Show me the way out From this hell that is my life Says the man who's lost Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Edge of Extinction
Edge of Extinction
Flirting with the ocean Standing on jagged rocks Daring it to dress her with its beauty To take her completely Into its arms and hold her down until she could breathe no more Teasing and begging for the attention Wishing to surrender to its power but, her lover not receptive Screaming above the waves of anger lashing at rocks her voice fell, unheard The night dark and broody but a velvet sky pushed back the lingering curtain of clouds Silence fell with a halted wind and the angry sea slowed its breath to a whisper Tempt me no longer, it said You use me to dull your pain but I will not take you this night Instead I will wash it away So you may live another day Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Lisa is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and has prompted us with "Edge" and "Fringe". I am sharing a reworked poem that I had written several years ago. I think it works for this challenge. Image by Dimitris Vetsikas from Pixabay
Into the Darkness
Into the Darkness
An ever-consuming sadness envelops your body in a diaphanous veil A storm brewing in your mind Words of reason hide in the penumbra Marinating in suppressed anger that dwells there Instinctively I know what is happening I recognize the warning signs triggering your frustrations What the eyes don’t see Intuition already knows Watching a rerun of the movie I have seen so many times I sense the imminent deterioration of what was once a beautiful mind The beginning of the end Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Prompts What the eyes don’t see - RDP Saturday Penumbra - RDP Thursday Deteriorate - FOWC The beginning, the end - Stream of Consciousness Image by Gordon Johnson from Pixabay
Almost
Almost
Missing the closeness A breath on bare neck Fingertips stroking gently and whispered words spoken with romance Dancing in a head giddy with anticipation Blinded by the strategy Ignoring the signs It seems so long ago that we nearly had it all Expectations never met Promises broken Love poetry a means to an end Seduction was your game My surrender the prize Heartbreak the memory Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © Word Prompts Giddy - Word of the Day Dancing - RDP Nearly - FOWC
Daily Haiku – Mon. March 23, 2020
Senryu
Lost in thoughts of you
Those times we were happy are
forever with me
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Daily Haiku – Sat. December 7, 2019
Haiku
A wasted moment
lost forever, and never
to be found again
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Labour – Haibun Monday
If anything is worth it then we must work at it, or so I was taught. Work hard and you will live well. To love you must also work hard and sometimes it does not always bear fruit. How many of us have devoted months and years into failed relationships and marriage? We bend and twist ourselves inside out to conform to other’s desires and wishes only to realize that it was all for nothing.
This week’s prompt from D’Verse Poets asked us to include the the word Labour as it is Labour Day here in the US. My first thought was Shakespeare’s comedy, Love’s Labour’s Lost.
Haiku
We work to live but
we live to love and question
when Love’s Labour’s Lost
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Daily Haiku – Fri. Aug. 23, 2019
Senryu
When you feel so lost
Unable to see clearly
Someone shines the light
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Lost Dog
Lost Dog
The frost was nipping at my toes
So I knew how cold he was feeling
The lone, collarless dog by the lamp post
was undoubtedly shivering
I looked in the store windows
and scanned newspaper classifieds
Looking for Lost Dog pleas
Hoping to make someone gratified
I talked to passers by
and made some calls
there was no luck to be had
I was hitting brick walls
The dog looked up at me
with his sad doleful eyes
I picked him up holding him tight
and walked home with my star prize
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Word Prompts:
Photo by Jorge Fernández on Unsplash
This poem should warm your heart. Today’s Word Prompts got me thinking about all the stray dogs out there in ghastly winter weather. Bless them. I hope they find shelter ❤️