Tag: love

Stolen Love – A Puente

Stolen Love

Closeness of two bodies 
Huddled in chilly night air
Promises whispered 
in white smoke breath
Impending separation
Daunting, destroying
~ Togetherness uncertain ~
Stolen love has a price to pay
Lying to one, lying to all
Saying what has been said
to another is second-hand love
Impure and sullied
Unhappiness, loneliness
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Merril is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and has prompted
us with "Bridge".  We may either use the word in a poem
or write a "Puente". A poem linking two stanzas by a bridge (a puente)

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Crows Calling At Night

Crows Calling At Night

The days and nights become interchangeable
as clouds transition from grey to dark grey
It seems an eternity since she saw him
Fondly remembering the shared laughter
The developing closeness and intimacy
Feelings that had been an infrequent visitor
in a solitary existence had sparked her into life
Now, with him gone, the monotony has returned
The humdrum life of loneliness she wore like a drab cloak
The only sound she hears is the squawking of crows
Sitting as black robe-like mourners in the trees
Hunched is groups, cawing empathies for her loss
Her only activity, the blanket she had promised him
The endless evening hours are now filled
with the under and over movement of the shuttle
as she weaves the brightly colored threads growing with each turn
Making it with love for her paramour who may or may not return
The crows cry out, feeling her pain as she weeps into the yarn
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Laura Bloomsbury is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight.  She has
prompted us to choose one of five poems she shared that were
translated from the original Chinese and to reinterpret it
in out own style, keeping the original title.
I chose the following:

Crows calling at Night ~ Li baiYellow clouds beside the walls; crows roosting near.
Flying back, they caw, caw; calling in the boughs.
In the loom she weaves brocade, the Qin river girl.
Made of emerald yarn like mist, the window hides her words.
She stops the shuttle, sorrowful, and thinks of the distant man.
She stays alone in the lonely room, her tears just like the rain.“

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Love and Hate – The Flip Side

Hate the Opposite of Love

Because of me, in the valley of death
You die slowly like the petrified trees
I remember how you looked
How your face would contort in pain
When I angrily screamed at you
Because of me, you despise the chaos
of the city
the faceless crowds hurrying to their
I remember your silence, your piecing stare
from those unforgettable eyes
Unlike the scent of blossoms
Your memory of me is ugly
A weeping sore that will never heal
Untouchable as a leper
My words can still sting
Like a thousand angry bees poked from their nest
You will always remember the hurt
But my face will be obliterated from your memory
Because of me, the stench of swamp water
is ever present
Because of me, you will never search
for love again:
shooting stars and falling objects will kill you

Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing
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Written for D'Verse Poets my poem HATE is written as the flip side of Pablo Neruda's poem LOVE (see below)

LOVE by Pablo Neruda

Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers 
I ache from the perfumes of spring. 

I have forgotten your face, 
I no longer remember your hands; 
how did your lips feel on mine? 

Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks 
the white statues that have neither voice nor sight. 

I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; 
I have forgotten your eyes. 

Like a flower to its perfume, 
I am bound to my vague memory of you. 
I live with pain that is like a wound; 
if you touch me, you will do me irreparable harm. 

Your caresses enfold me, 
like climbing vines on melancholy walls. 
I have forgotten your love, 
yet I seem to glimpse you in every window. 

Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; 
because of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitates desires: 
shooting stars and falling objects. 

Lisa from Tao Talk is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and has prompted us
with Flipping the meanings of poems.  I chose one of Pablo Neruda' beautiful
love poems and wrote the opposite. 

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At Last

At Last

I felt your presence before I ever met you
While waiting in a neutral state, marking time.
Previous relationships in the history books
No unresolved issues, I was ready to receive
Where were you exactly?
What did you still have to do?
Trusting in the Universe and knowing
it was just a matter of when, I found patience
Then, miraculously you were there
We had been dancing on the perimeter
of each other’s lives
Never knowing, never seeing, never touching
The glass slipper you brought slipped easily on my foot
Your hand in mine, strong and gentle, guiding me
Your lips on my lips sending little electric shocks
I knew then that it was you, and you had found me
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Lillian is hosting Open Link Night at D'Verse Poets Stop by and read her hilarious April Fool's story and read some amazing poetry that has been submitted.

Word prompt

Patience - RDP

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Dear Self – Poem of the Month – April 2021

Dear Self

No!  You are not Switzerland
You cannot remain neutral forever
It has been a while since we spoke
but I know you are still trying to keep the peace
between your warring families
You love both sides
but in their contempt for each other
you have become invisible
An expectation that you will always be there
Has blinded them to the reality of the damage
They have inflicted on you
When will you ever stop being a doormat for all
Existing somewhere in the DMZ
between the battle lines of their war
They will never see your struggle
Being too wrapped up
In their own bloody mindedness
because they do not love each other
and yet you love them both
It is time for you to say “Enough”
Their needs do not take priority over yours
Live in peace with yourself and attend to them
by all means but, on your terms, always
Your ears must become deaf
to their pleas for attention
For your sanity, promise you will do this for you
With much love 
From yourself,
For yourself

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Sanaa from A Dash of Sunny is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and
has prompted us with Verse Epistle:
For today’s Poetics, I would like you to write a Verse Epistle. Go philosophical, go solemn, go dark or perhaps political, pose a romantic question – as long as your poem emulates the style of the poetic genre– anything goes. Keep in mind that your contribution need not be half as lengthy or flowery as the examples shared above, I aim for this prompt to be wide in scope and enjoyable for all.

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Still Here

Still Here

Your essence remains
In this place where we would come
Like an intoxicating fragrance 
still lingering in the stillness of night
I sense your presence all around
and tension leaves my body
A slight movement of leaves 
reassuring, calming
The breeze caresses my skin
Reminding me of your touch
Moonlight reflects on the water
Illuminating where we once stood 
Promising our love to each other
Forever and evermore
And I still do
You are gone from me now
but you are always here

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Word Prompts

Movement - RDP



In youth
we search for those
appealing to the eye
Their beauty would cause
a heart to skip
and our desires
live at the forefront
of their presence
We decorate each other
in brilliance of diamonds
and hold the other
in high esteem
as a possession
Only the most fortunate
can hold on to the gift
bestowed on them
Many will lose their grasp
and happiness slips away
over and over
The sting of pain
unseen, internal
Love a gift that
keeps on giving
Healing wounds
Scars remain
of memories faded
Dissolving in the lake
of recollection where
coming, going,
the waterbirds
don’t leave a trace
only ripples of once was
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Laura Bloomsbury is hosting D'Verse and has prompted
us with "Stepping off the sidewalk" and allowing ourselves
to look inside ourselves. (I chose number 2 -  by Dogen)

Here are 8 fragments from the mystic poets as prompt. Choose ONE, include the words in your poem or title if you wish, or write it as an Epigraph at the start of your poem and always cite the author too.

1. Our hearts irrigate the earth. We are fields before each other (Thomas Aquinas)
2. Coming, going, the waterbirds don’t leave a trace (Dogen)
3. Why should not the water find delight in the floral fragrance of its own rippled surface? (Jnanadev)
4. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night (Gibran)
5. Like a ruby held up to the sunrise. Is it still a stone, or a world made of redness? (Rumi)
6. My heart was split, and a flower appeared (Solomon)
7. The mountain path leads skyward and dissolves into light (Tukaram)
8. Ask no questions of the moth in the candle flame (Attar)

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