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
Senryu
Lost in thoughts of you
Those times we were happy are
forever with me
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Haiku
A wasted moment
lost forever, and never
to be found again
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
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 ©
Senryu
When you feel so lost
Unable to see clearly
Someone shines the light
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
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:
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 ❤️
Good Morning!
Helen Vahdati’s Song Lyric Sunday prompt is Lost. I thought of Steely Dan and Ricky Don’t Lose That Number and went to Youtube to look for the video. Before doing so I did a quick search for “Lost” songs and came across this one called Lost Boy by Ruth B. It is from her debut album Safe Haven in 2016. I had not heard it before but was totally mesmerized by her voice and the poetic lyrics.
I hope you enjoy it. Have a great Sunday!
There was a time when I was alone
Nowhere to go and no place to call home
My only friend was the man in the moon
And even sometimes he would go away, too
Then one night, as I closed my eyes
I saw a shadow flying high
He came to me with the sweetest smile
Told me he wanted to talk for awhile
He said, “Peter Pan, that’s what they call me
I promise that you’ll never be lonely, ” and ever since that day
I am a lost boy from Neverland
Usually hanging out with Peter Pan
And when we’re bored we play in the woods
Always on the run from Captain Hook
“Run, run, lost boy, ” they say to me
Away from all of reality
Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free
Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free
He sprinkled me in pixie dust and told me to believe
Believe in him and believe in me
Together we will fly away in a cloud of green
To your beautiful destiny
As we soared above the town that never loved me
I realized I finally had a family
Soon enough we reached Neverland
Peacefully my feet hit the sand
And ever since that day
I am a lost boy from Neverland
Usually hanging out with Peter Pan
And when we’re bored we play in the woods
Always on the run from Captain Hook
“Run, run, lost boy, ” they say to me
Away from all of reality
Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free
Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free
Peter Pan, Tinkerbell, Wendy Darling
Even Captain Hook, you are my perfect story book
Neverland, I love you so
You are now my home sweet home
Forever a lost boy at last
Peter Pan, Tinkerbell, Wendy Darling
Even Captain Hook, you are my perfect story book
Neverland, I love you so
You are now my home sweet home
Forever a lost boy at last
And for always I will say
I am a lost boy from Neverland
Usually hanging out with Peter Pan
And when we’re bored we play in the woods
Always on the run from Captain Hook
“Run, run, lost boy, ” they say to me
Away from all of reality
Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free
Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free
Songwriters: Ruth Berhe
Lost Boy lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Lost precious moments
Locked in a memory gone
Will not dry a tear
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing
There are tears in my throat
Drowning my voice
Unable to surface
It has no other choice
I am emotionally catatonic
As I walk in a trance
Tripping over my own feet
Unable to advance
I steady myself
Before moving any farther
Desperately wanting to recall
What prompted my departure
Taking a giant step backwards
Trying to process events
I choke on the thoughts
Making no sense
How did I arrive here
Alone and mentally spent
Searching for answers
In a spiral of descent
I do not welcome
This confusing mystery
Another burden to carry
Adding to an unseen injury
Wandering aimlessly
With no compass to guide
I have become a lost soul
Left by the wayside
Christine Bolton
Daily Prompts:
Longing through her tears
She sees the child with no fears
A vision in a dress of blue
A pretty ribbon in her hair
A photo taken with care
Capturing the early morning hue
Standing by her mother with pride
Family dog sitting on the other side
She looks lovingly at the image
Yearning for that period of purity
Representing her cherished security
A familiar landscape to envisage
Safe holding her mother’s hand
Happy to be in her wonderland
A place where someone hears her cry
The dog loved and never forgot
Colorful flowers in their pretty pots
A vivid recollection in her memory
The grass so green and mowed fresh
Sunlight peeking through gossamer mesh
Are these just ghosts from the past
That are summoned on command
To rejuvenate the soul and understand
Bringing her needed comfort at long last
Precious moments captured
Were too soon fractured
Locked in a paper memory
Bad experiences tend to stay
Happy memories fade away
Innocence remembered in a reverie
Dreams were forgotten
As lives turned rotten
With the passing of years
Happiness a lesson hard to revince
Lost in feelings unable to convince
Anything wished for just disappears
Christine Bolton
Fandango one word challenge: Lesson