Tag: Memories

Tryst

Tryst


Could it be?
Surely not
After a lifetime
of travelers passing by

Was it still
in the same spot?
It was worth a try
 
In the crevasse
Down below
A keepsake
marking the day

A token of love
left there long ago
Buried under the clay 
 
With determination 
it was recovered
Invoking feelings
long forgotten

Lost in thoughts
Recollections stirred
All wrapped up in cotton
 
He had never returned
She was now certain
Their tryst
a faded memory

Faces become hazy
Promises spoken and broken
Conjured in a sweet reverie
 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Sue Vincent's Thursday Photo Prompt

Word Prompt:  Haze

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Terrain

 

Terrain

Gorse covered mountains

Heather of purple tangled

In between craggy rocks

Just to please the eyes

Kaleidoscope of shapes and colors

Lingering memories the prize

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to a d’Verse prompt Lillian’s Alphabet Sestet

Using letters G-H-I-J-K-L

Reunion

Reunion

Like snowflakes falling
Silently in the night
I am unaware of the beauty
About to unfold in my sight

You stand in front of me
After a lifetime of years
Memories roaring back
Bringing with them tears

Separated as teenagers
Daddy with a shotgun
A baby on the way
Our parents come undone

You travel east
And I am sent west
Never meant to be
We were told it was for the best

You served our country
Our baby was adopted
Turning away from my family
It was never what I wanted

I left them all in the past
My spirit had been broken
Living a better life alone
Another word was never spoken

Here you are now
A ghost from before
A buried secret
We could never ignore

Your smile the same
It’s as if no time had passed
The lonely years forgotten
We are together at last

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

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Young

Young

When we were young
We were in love and smitten
Every sound was a symphony
The world was smiling at us
Words of devotion written

When we were young
You were the most adorable
The one everybody wanted
But I claimed the prize
Everything became possible

When we were young
There was that September
Memories made
Words of love spoken
Do you remember?

When we were young
I was transported
To dizzying heights
A ring put on my finger
Vows purported

When we were young
Promises were forsaken
Reality resonated
A rose given with thorns
A heart left broken

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Remember

Adorable

Symphony

Resonate

Transport

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3-2-1 Challenge – Emojis v Words

Originally the brain child of A Guy Called Bloke , I thank Kristian  from Tales from the Mind of Kristian for inviting me to participate in another 3-2-1 Challenge.  Please check out his site and read some super short stories and poems.

The Rules of the Challenge are as follows:

Thank the Selector

Post 2 quotes for the dedicated Topic of the Day.

Select 3 bloggers to take part in ‘3.2.1 Quote Me!’

Just a few days ago, July 17, was World Emoji Day so today’s 3-2-1 Challenge Word “Expression” was timely. Love them or hate them, we all seem to use them!

 

When we used to write real letters, they were heartfelt and our words were used wisely so there was no misunderstanding.  We cherished them, reread them, tied them in ribbons and saved them in shoeboxes.  I still have some of mine and spent an hour a few weeks ago going through them again.  It made for a very special moment bringing back lots of memories.

These days, unfortunately, we rarely write letters on paper.  We squash our words into emails, texts and twitter, limiting what we actually want to say.  Just to be sure we don’t upset, offend or hurt the recipient of the literary masterpiece, we add emojis here and there to express ourselves so they will hopefully understand our social media shorthand.   I am as guilty of it as anyone else but I think it’s really quite 😥.

Being a tactile person I have always enjoyed paper, books, written materials, that I can touch and smell, and loved writing and receiving letters.  Fortunately I still can do that.  I hope they don’t disappear too soon!

Here are a couple of expressions, not emojis, that amuse me and I share them with you.

I nominate the following bloggers.

J-Dub

Poetry From The Inkwell

Ishaisms

This is challenge of choice and you do not have to respond by any deadline or you don’t have to participate at all.

It’s all just good fun! 😊👍✌️

Enjoy your day!

Christine

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Longing

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

Word of the Day Challenge: Rejuvenate

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Contrary

Contrary

I say black
You say white
You’re strange, I joke
Vehemently offended
You respond with spite

Always outraged
Forever the victim
The aggressor jumps down my throat
Robbing my mouth of words
As if his was the hand bitten

Walking in a minefield
Paralyzed in space
Not knowing where to tread
Gingerly stepping
Memories to efface

Behavior contrary
No grey area
To meet in the middle
Just you versus me
Provocative hysteria

The battle is fought
A winner has to prevail
Harmony is lost
Never in your wheelhouse
Sanity does fail

Who do you see
When you look at me
An adversary or lover
Someone to bait
Or someone who might agree

What is important to you
Is it the fight to be right
Winning the ultimate prize
Victorious in the onslaught
Risking the opponent’s flight

Christine Bolton

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