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Tricks of the Mind

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Tricks of the Mind

When the forest floor
is bathed in moonlight
I wait between the trees
Soon you will come
Carefully and quietly
Moving with ease
 
In the stillness of the night
Your silhouette appears
In your hand I see a flower
My heart skips a beat
In the distance the village clock
strikes the midnight hour
 
How we like to play silly
tricks with our minds
Wishing for what we want to see
You disappear without a trace
A figment of my imagination
or a full moon lunacy
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Careful - Word of the Day
Silly - FOWC

Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay 
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A Fleeting Moment

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A Fleeting Moment

You touched my life
with a stroke of a feather
A fleeting moment 
in the moon shadow
that excited and tantalized 
Luring me to you
like a moth to the flame
Singeing wings
burning desire
Now all that remains
is a feeling
A sensation that still tingles
A scratch
you can barely see
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Barely - WotD
Scratch - RDP

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Impetuous

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Impetuous

The melodious sound
of instruments
broke the still night air
A soft rhythmic beat
appealing and seducing 
daring to share
 
Like a moth to a flame
it lured and cajoled
with musical ingenuity
Lacking self-control
It was easy to be tempted
Succumbing to promiscuity
 
Heart racing
and adrenalin flowing
Caution thrown to the wind
The course uncharted
and on this whim
all hopes were pinned
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
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Word Prompts
Melodious - WotD
Ingenuity - RDP
Chart - FOWC

Photo - Stephan Keller, Pixabay

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Wall of Secrets

		

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Wall of Secrets





A place for a clandestine encounter
or secrets hidden within its periphery
This wall could tell stories
of trysts, surreptitious meetings
Perhaps even some bewitchery
 
Traces of lichen and moss
Covering the ancient rocks
Underneath, romantic messages
left by star crossed lovers whose
footsteps are now covered with Phlox
 
The old gate bearing initials
Carved with high expectations
Yet thwarting courtship
blocking fate, destiny
and undying declarations
 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
 
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Escalation

		

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Escalation






The low hum of the air conditioner
was the only sound to be heard
He reclined on the bed, thoughts swirling
but the lines were blurred
 
Life had been full of possibilities
until that fateful night
He had loved her deeply
but she had been full of spite
 
His history needing an overwrite
He had run to clear his head
Events had escalated quickly
He feared he had left her dead
 
Bringing her a gift of flowers
She had thrown them in his face
Accusing him of infidelity
Her words out of place
 
He would never do such a thing
She had been ill advised
She screamed and ranted
And continued to chastise
 
His head exploding
from her volcanic eruption
He had pushed her away
Needing an abruption
 
Awkwardly she fell to the floor
In his fear, he had ran from there
Now In the stillness, a voice on a megaphone
“Come out with your hands in the air”
 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Possibilities

Hum

Megaphone

Overwrite

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Apparition

		

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Apparition





Often, she would come 
to the frozen pond
A place of solace
Finding peace, courtesy of
Nature’s magic wand
 
She occasionally saw the pair
on the ice arm in arm
Sometimes they would dance
Holding each other
Skating with such charm
 
Sitting by the frosted tree
Music filtered through the air
Where could that be coming from?
Looking closer at the couple
She studied them with a stare
 
Their clothes were from
a time in history
The music was a waltz
She had never noticed before
It was now a mystery
 
Who were these people
that appeared from time to time?
Was she the only one
who could see them?
Why were her feelings sublime?
 
Nothing seemed to add up
There was no trace of a car
She called to them
but they did not answer
Maybe she was too far
 
Realizing they were ghosts
as they faded from sight
Her mind  playing tricks again
in the chilled afternoon air
As she stared into the white


Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Waltzing

Frosted

Pair

Add




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Spectre

		

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Spectre





She walked in the shadows
Moving up and down 
In, out and through
the throngs of passers by
Wearing her blue gown
 
Searching day after day
for that one
She would know him
When she saw him
This time he would not run
 
Adamant she would find him
Her method was all she knew
Repeat, repeat, all things repeat
This was no chore to her
Even if she had a slanted view
 
Her power was in determination
Finding her slayer was paramount
All she could hope for
was a sighting
For closure this was tantamount
 
To look him in the eye
For his deadly sins, be culpable
That retribution be hers
and he would know
She was indestructible 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Sue Vincent's Thursday Photo Prompt - Imgination - Write/Photo

Word Prompts:

Power

Chore

Adamant

Method




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White Lady of Kinsale – Poem of the Month – November 2018

		

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White Lady of Kinsale


The moon had risen in the black sky

Giving an ethereal luminescence

Silver shimmering ripples on the lake

Magical in its quivering quintessence


The place of myths and legends

Mystery suspended in the cool night air

A white vision stands at water’s edge

A commanding presence with her long hair


The lady of the lake a mourning bride

of a soldier murdered by his men

Distraught she threw herself to her death

Forever trapped to roam over and again


Wandering the walls of the Charles Fort

A familiar sight of agonized plight

Grief-stricken for her dead groom

She walks the darkened streets at night


Her trapped spirit  forever nocturnal

Appearing to those who can see

The lady of the lake is still mourning

Her loss forever burned in history


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OctPoWriMo – A Poem a Day – October #7


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Prompted by a Tragic Irish Ghost Story The White Lady of Kinsale


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Confusion

		

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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:


Welcome


Steady


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