
Senryu When you’re feeling lost Unable to see clearly Someone shines the light Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Senryu When you’re feeling lost Unable to see clearly Someone shines the light Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
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.” Image by jplenio from Pixabay
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 Image by prettysleepy1 from Pixabay
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.”
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
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
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
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
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