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Lost No More

Lost No More

Sun streaming through trees
piercing the forest floor with laser light
I follow the path of brightness
towards the beacon luring me

Unafraid of the unknown
I sense I am in familiar territory
Tall oaks, limbs stretched wide in welcome
pointing me in the direction to travel

Focused on the journey I pay no attention
to distractions pulling me away from my focus
I hear not the call of ghosts from my past
or feel the hands that pull on my clothes

The force propelling me forward
stronger than a million magnets
I am no longer lost
I am found

Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing
All Rights Reserved

Laura is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and she has prompted
us with Lost and Found poetry.  We are to choose one of
the 'Lost" poems provided and respond to it with 'Found' poetry.

I chose to respond to Pablo Neruda's Lost In The Forest

“Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig
and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.

Something from far off it seemed
deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,
a shout muffled by huge autumns,
by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.

Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind

as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood—
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.”

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Where Do We Go From Here?

Where Do We Go From Here?

Now the love has gone 
and open wounds will not heal
Wanting to move on
but paralyzed limbs
are planted in stone
Neither wanting to make a decision
Who will go first
to choose freedom?
Is that what it will be? Free from each other?
Did we try hard enough, if at all?
Too in love to let it go
and break the tie that binds
Who is fooling who?
The love is missing
What magnetic force is in play?
Is it time to rip off the Band Aid
we plastered on the cuts and bruises
from angry words weaponized?
Time to stop kissing better
those things that won’t ever?
I will mourn each day
Because he is gone
You are now living in his body
But you are not him
You are a shadow of who he once was
You look like him
But you are someone else
A person I don’t know
A stranger in my midst
who sees someone else
when he looks at me
Where do we go from here?

Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing
All Rights Reserved

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

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Stranded – Flash Fiction


Trisha wondered how long they’d been there.  Probably ages.

They were lost because, as usual, Andy refused to follow the map.  It’s much more adventurous, in his opinion, to follow the sun. 

“Oh God, you’re such an idiot” she mumbled under her breath.

He looked up and she thought he might have heard her. 

Hurriedly she said, pointing to the setting sun, “Thanks to you we haven’t a clue where we are and all we know is that west is that way.”  

“We still don’t have a phone signal either”.  Her voice quivering, scared of being on the ridge in the dark.  Angry at the wasted time while he stood pontificating the meaning of life quoting Rilke.

What was that quote?  “Only mouths are we. Who sings the distant heart which safely exists in the center of all things?”

Well, it certainly wasn’t Andy.

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Sanaa is hosted Prosery Monday at D'Verse Poets tonight. She
has promted us to write a piece of Flash Fiction with no
more than 144 words using this line “Only mouths are we.
Who sings the distant heart which safely exists in the
center of all things? – from Rainer Maria Rilke, “Heartbeat.”

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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. 

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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


What the eyes don’t see - RDP Saturday
Penumbra - RDP Thursday
Deteriorate - FOWC
The beginning, the end - Stream of Consciousness 

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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
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