Tag: lost

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

close up photo of woman wearing white top
Photo by Julia Kuzenkov on Pexels.com

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

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


Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

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

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts:

Doleful

Frost

Classified

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 ❤️

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