Good Wednesday Morning! Some days I have the patience of a saint but there are those where I have absolutely nothing left to give, Do you know this person too?
I hope you don’t run into them today!
For Linda G. Hill’s One Liner Wednesday
Senryu If patience prevails, with love and understanding A broken heart heals Copyright © 2023 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Today I was at the grocery store and the self-serve registers were all busy so I stood in line at a regular check out. There was just one lady in front of me and she was about done. Well I thought she was. Right as the cashier swiped the the last item and hit the total button, the lady started talking about where she was from, and what is was like way back when, blah blah blah. Of course the cashier paid absolutely no attention to the growing line behind me. They were having a good old time jawing away like a couple of cackling hens. Then, just when I thought she was finished and about to pay, she pulled out a check book. Who does that these days? Not only was it a check she wanted to write, it was an out of state check. Arghhhhh! 😦 Need I say more? I left my items on the conveyer belt and walked out.
For Linda G. Hill’s One Liner Wednesday
My challenging weeks continue as I try to adapt to the changes forced on my by a current family situation. It requires a lot of patience and the ability to remain flexible. Sounds easy, right? Not really, but you learn to evolve and tell yourself that it’s not forever. You rely on the efficiency of others at times like this and when that doesn’t work, well ….
For Linda G. Hill’s One Liner Wednesday
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 Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved 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 Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay
Senryu I try my hardest Although my patience is stretched I think I’m failing Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
I know what I want
Saying it again and again
Never materializing
Always demoralizing
This is insane
In this life I’ve searched
For you in my dreams
I can visualize you
And feel you
Or so it seems
It’s as if I actually know you
We are already together
Understanding each well
Never having to say farewell
Bonded like birds of a feather
I think your thoughts
and you know my feelings
You are the Yang
I am the Yin
The harmony is revealing
Patience is a virtue
Until you find me I wait
Ready to receive
Knowingly I apperceive
The arrival of my soul mate
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
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I am the status quo
My temperament even
Contained and rarely sad or angry
Life is too short for either
I rationalize the ups and downs of my life
Easily, effortlessly and with thought for others
This is who I have learned to be
When your sweet soul gets lost in your indignation
The dark shadow encompasses you and all in your path
Which includes me
I dread it
It comes from nowhere and swiftly
It swallows me
Stripping me of my composure
Sucking me into the abyss of whatever has displeased you
You feel justified in your state
And question my emotions
That are now so unraveled and visible
You have no patience with me
And you are now challenging in your address
You feel justified by your displeasure and subsequent rant
And you cannot understand why I do not agree
How does this happen?
I fear it and when it comes
It is as if struck by your words
It is not a happy time
I struggle to get past it
I sweep it under the carpet and pretend it didn’t happen
I enable you
By doing so you get a free pass to do it again
What does that say about me?
Christine Bolton