A word proof
of love so deep
that one would scale
a mountain steep
Love of oneself
laid aside
two become one
impossible to divide
Bleeding love
Easing another’s pain
Tireless, fearless
Impossible to feign
Shouldering a load
and releasing resentments
Feelings harbored
Reaffirming commitments
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
In response to V. J's Weekly Challenge - Compassion
Image by M. Maggs from Pixabay
If the moon did ever
fall from the sky
or the sun remained
hidden from view
I would still love you
as sure as your eyes are blue
If the stars
disappeared one night
never to return
Or the oceans dried up
I would still love you
my little buttercup
If the trees caught fire
or the flowers dropped
all their petals and lay
dying in the dirt
I would still love you
More than ice cream dessert
If the birds
ever stopped flying
and the animals
one day began to sing
I would still love you
More than anything
If the sand
suddenly melted
Or the rain
fell sideways one day
I would still love you
Come what may
If I battled an army
for your sheer delight
Or stopped a bullet
at the speed of light
I would still love you
You are my one delight
If I fought a tiger
Or stepped in front of a train
It would be for you
My precious child
I will love you forever
I am completely beguiled
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Fall from the Sky
Delight
Battle
May
Another Thursday rolls around
and she walks to the village green
slowly
She will stand by the old oak tree
Sure that today he will be there
waiting
This her new weekly ritual
A pilgrimage to her lost love
Longing
Two years had passed since he left her
to fight in an overseas war
Hoopla
He was a marine proud and true
and a hero in her young eyes
Glory
Missing in action they told her
Sorry but we cannot do more
Useless
She refused to give up her hope
Although everyone would rib her
Kindly
As always her heart did a skip
But today he was standing there
Oorah!
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts
Longing
Rib
Hoopla
Saturday Luck Dip Prompt from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie
“Synchronicity” (The state or fact of being synchronous or
simultaneous; synchronism. Coincidence of events that seem
to be meaningfully related.). This form consists of eight three-line
stanzas in a syllable pattern of 8/8/2. This poetry type has no rhyme
and is written in the first person with a twist. The twist is to be
revealed within the last two stanzas. Created by Debra Gundy.
Photo by Japheth Mast on Unsplash
Clandestine meetings
Secrets and lies
Forbidden love
Slicing unbreakable ties
Stealing love
from another
Ignorance your bliss
Always hiding in cover
Blowing up lives
Causing pain
Years of happiness
Now down the drain
Excitement disguised
As love evermore
Nothing can compete
Like a rabid carnivore
Passion turned to hate
Anger and cruelty abound
Someone’s marriage in tatters
You, continuing to confound
As quick as it began
One day you’re gone
Without a goodbye
The end of a love song
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Tonight Kim of Writing in North Norfolk is hosting
Open Link Night at DVerse Poets Pub
Photo by Ian Schneider on Unsplash
In this jungle
where love hides deep
camouflaged from scrutiny
and preferring to sleep
Harmony is rationed
for all but a lucky few
Kill or be killed
in a game for only two
Beware the predators
Stalking their prey
Like lambs to the slaughter
and so easy to sway
Sliding down
a slippery slope
Know that in the end
There is always hope
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
Harmony
Beware
Hope
This is a collaboration between Charles Lindholm, The Reluctant Poet, and myself. Charles was inspired by one of my Haikus in early January and added his own words to it. The result was a beautifully woven love poem. He said it was as if our words were on a date! Charles is a wonderful poet and shares many of our offerings on his site. Please be sure to check out his beautiful poetry too.
Perhaps someone else’s words will inspire you today.
The Soulful
Look In Your Eyes
As You Stare At Me
Tells Me
You Can See
The Fire And Flames
In My Eyes
And As My Eyes
Are Staring Back
At Yours
I Can Read
The Passion
Your Heart
Wants Me To See
So,
Are We Fools Enough
To Do More Than Stare?
Copyright © 2019 Christine Bolton And Charles Robert Lindholm
All Rights Reserved
In collaboration with Charles Lindholm, The Reluctant Poet
Photo by Ryan Young on Unsplash
Hopes and fears
Clutched tightly to the chest
Impossible to share
Unless absolutely pressed
Glimmers of hope
Sprouting from roots of dreams
Close to the surface
Bursting at the seams
Love, the intrepid journey
to an unknown destination
Excitement thrilling
and willing, the captivation
Dizzy and giddy
Stars in the eyes
Love is the only answer
The ultimate prize
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
Clutch
Sprout
Intrepid
Wandering aimlessly
with no destination
Bumping into walls
Looking for affirmation
Seeing stars falling
Appetite lost
Smitten with infatuation
Fingers are crossed
Intimate interaction
with hope of durability
Crossed wires likely
In all probability
One night of passion
Causing one to gulp
Pierced with an arrow
Turning the mind to pulp
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
In response to:
Hélène Vaillant's What do you See Photo Prompt
Word Prompts:
Smitten
Intimate
Durable
Passion
We have always been together
Since you were a little girl
and I was just a sapling
You shared your deepest secrets
and cried underneath my boughs
I was here when you were grappling
I loved you and protected you
and I watched you grow into
a beautiful young woman
To let go of you now
when you need me the most
would be inhuman
Tell me what troubles you my child?
Has someone broken your dear heart?
Why are you weeping?
You finally calm your mind
and look at me with big teary eyes
and tell me your heart is leaping
You are not feeling sad
Quite the opposite, you say
Your heart is full to bursting
You have fallen in love
with someone so special
and he has asked for your hand
You are going to move away
Leaving me alone without you
It has already been planned
Now my heart feels broken
My sap begins to seep
I will be alone in this meadow
You hug me one last time
Promising to return one day
and I just weep like a willow
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Reena's picture prompt
Reena's Weekly Challenge 72 - What do you see?
When I look at you
I see love in your deep soul
Connecting with mine
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©