Senryu Learning to let go When love slips through your fingers it was never yours Copyright © 2020 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Daily Haiku – Wed. November 11, 2020
Tag: love
Yes America!
This is a great day in America! The votes have been counted and the people have spoken. Our beautiful diverse country has come together again in a united voice of love and respect for one another, because we are better that way. We say “Yes to love and no to hate”. Goodbye Trump. You will not be missed.
America, I’m honored that you have chosen me to lead our great country.
— Joe Biden (@JoeBiden) November 7, 2020
The work ahead of us will be hard, but I promise you this: I will be a President for all Americans — whether you voted for me or not.
I will keep the faith that you have placed in me. pic.twitter.com/moA9qhmjn8
This Tweet and video cover today’s prompts, and more! Jour - Stream of Consciousness Diversity- RDP Count - Word of the Day Prolific - FOWC
Fools’ Folly
Fools’ Folly
A connection electrically charged Stopping both in their tracks Hearts pierced by arrows short circuiting brains Stupid smiles with gibberish speech Foolish decisions made and caution thrown carelessly to the winds Castle built on sand with foundations weak The house of love no more than a folly Pretty on the outside empty on the inside Completely useless and a waste of time Copyright © 2020 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Lisa is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and she has prompted us with the word 'Folly' Image by stephen7272 from Pixabay
More Than a Kiss – Poem of the Month – October 2020
More Than a Kiss
You held my hand as we walked Hummingbirds hovered by bougainvillea tumbling over whitewashed walls Sun tingling tanned skin As we stopped to kiss a lightheadedness from shared wine released inhibitions You pulled me closer to you Biting my lip knowing I wanted more Loving, clawing, scratching at the air in silent screams Desires sated as light rain showered surprised entwined bodies Cooling heated passions Leaving our footprints on parched sidewalks The day turned sultry as we resumed our walk in silence Introspective Both knowing more of what was still to come Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © Image by マサコ アーント from Pixabay Bjorn is hosting Open Link Night at D'Verse Word Prompts Loving - Word of the Day Footprint - RDP Introspective - FOWC
Offerings
Offerings
A special place of calming energy Rocks smooth to the touch Warm and comforting His presence felt here More than a hundred times they had sat in peaceful silence but for the birds and sounds of nature Now she sits alone and remembers him The tokens of love She leaves each time An evocation of images and memories A feather because She feels caressed by wings when lonely The red Jasper stone to keep her grounded Accepting what she cannot change The pressed autumn leaf that was delicately placed between the pages of his book Reminding her of those colder days they had sat here Then, just for fun the red Lifesaver candies His favorite Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © written for Sue Vincent’s weekly write/photo - Tokens Stream of Conciousness - More than a hundred
One Night
One Night
Laying under the stars Until the sun broke the dawn Tears gently brushed away by soft lips Promises made without pause Lovemaking with kisses to remember Character never in question A night to remember Dreams to preserve Memories to recall And then, you were gone Forever Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing Sue Vincent’s Weekly Write Photo Word Prompts Brush - Stream of Conciousness Pause - RDP Character - FOWC
A Waste of Time – Prosery
A Waste of Time
We spent a lifetime not even knowing each other. Spinning our wheels with failed marriages and empty relationships. Coming from different parts of the world we inexplicably ended up in the same city. Moving in the same orbit but not connecting until that one special night when we finally met. I was cynical and you were the perfect gentleman. We had so much in common and talked into the wee hours sharing stories of world travel.
We lived the dream until the health scare came. The focus was no longer on us, but “it”. It consumed you. Even when you were made safe and fully recovered, it lived with us. Haunting me like a mistress. Now instead of love we are at war with each other.
When it is over said and done, it was a time, and there was never enough of it.
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Merril is hosting Monday Prosery at D’Verse Poets and has prompted us with a line from Allison Adelle Hedge Coke’s poem, “A Time”. When it is over said and done, it was a time, and there was never enough of it. We are to write a piece of flash fiction (Prosery) including the prompt line. Prosery is exactly 144 words excluding the title
Lonely
Lonely
Fading sunlight glowing on cool sand A glistening ocean reflecting light on plumage of seagulls Dramatic silver, against the grey sky of dusk Walking slowly along the shore thoughts of you filling my head Even though apart the link between us strengthened by distance Connected spiritually but aching for your presence to fill the void in my heart and take comfort from your touch Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © In response to Sue Vincent’s Weekly Write/Photo Word Prompt Link - Stream of Consciousness
Almost
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
Multifaceted
Multifaceted
Complicated and challenging this love we share Testing patience Pushing limits Tender and sweet With soft touch and thoughtful gesture Kind words in tandem with welcome strength A shoulder to lean on Arms to wrap and protect Comfort and soothe Cognizant of each other’s needs But storms brew Rumbling thunder, electric lightning and so the bear roars Tempers flare and nails claw Words of anger fly from bruised throats Wounded hearts cry in the wilderness Tears fill the chasm with a river, unnavigable Somewhere lies the key that can unlock a hardened heart and begin to release the love Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © In response to Sue Vincent’s Weekly Write/Photo Word Prompts Begin - Word of the Day Wilderness - RDP Cognizant - FOWC Nail - Stream of Consciousness