With each rant from you
I shrink evermore
I bow to the wished-for silence
That I may spin no more
My heart does surge
in these moments of madness
Please turn another page
So I might forget this sadness
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Secret Keeper – Weekly Writing Challenge – 5 words prompt Rant, Bow, Surge, Page, Spin
Beauty surrounding me
Bringing peace and harmony
Mesmerized by the silence
I’m embraced by your charm
As if protected from harm
I float in your abeyance
Becoming your muse
Your palette of hues
Will paint my life story
With each brush stroke
Oh, the fantasies you invoke
Together we write the allegory
Our existence is enthralling
I feel my body trembling
Ignited with your desire
I can surmount the highest peak
Where the view resplendent
and live life as if on fire
The dramas of the day
Suddenly melt away
Comfort in your positive energy
Strength from your open arms
Soothing my never ending qualms
A perfect synergy
Without you I would be lost
Stay with me at all costs
We are bound together forever
Filling my soul with elation
You are my salvation
I will go with you wherever
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Prompts:
This small round stone
Has warmed in my hand
It is smooth and colorful
From where did it come?
Perhaps the hinterland
How did it get here?
Who has held too?
Was it part of something
much bigger
Or just a rock in the fescue?
Energy from the pebble
Is soothing my soul
I am connected to nature
At peace with myself
And feeling ultimately whole
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
In response to D’Verse Poets Tuesday Challenge from Sarah Mindfulness
We were asked to hold an object for a period of time and then write about it.
He slowly rowed the
small boat
to the middle of the lake
never saying where
he was going
Just knowing what to take
Peace and solitude
It was a favorite
way to escape
He went quietly
without a sound
his plan taking shape
No one around
to question his actions
No fear of his daughter
Hell to pay
if she only knew of
his smoke on the water
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Tuesday Writing Prompt from Go Dog Go Cafe – Smoke on the Water (Deep Purple)
Inner calm is found
With a life of harmony
Forgiveness and peace
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Eyes stinging
From the salt of her tears
She sought solace
To allay her worst fears
What brought her to this point
Had her words been that obtuse
Clearly misunderstood
The reaction had bordered on abuse
The old church beckoned her
From the darkness of her soul
She entered quietly, slipping into a pew
Struggling to keep emotions under control
The silence was a medicine
Strengthening her muddled brain
The polished wood and architecture
Seemed to soothe her pain
With her head bent low
The tears she did release
Feeling the protection of this place
Wrap its arms around her offering peace
Her body shook with emotion
Sadness was overwhelming
The pain in her heart
Mercilessly unrelenting
When spent of sorrow
She allowed the silence to fall
Enveloping her body
Like a prayer shawl
Stepping into the aisle
Her hand rested on a marble column
Finding it smooth and comforting
Not austere or solemn
Walking towards the altar
She felt a presence beside her
There was no one there
But she knew it offered succor
Drawn to this sanctum for a reason
Of this she was sure
The weight on her shoulders
Was no longer there
Christine Bolton
I can’t believe it has been a month since my last (first) blog! I had the good fortune to travel to Switzerland and Italy and remember what it is like to be European. Having lived in the USA for half of my life I am sometimes confused internally where I actually hail from. I usually know the moment I arrive as it feels as if someone has taken my hand and said “welcome home”. It’s like putting on a comfortable pair of shoes or running into an old friend. I feel grounded.
The cleanliness of Switzerland and the efficiency of its people reminded me of their sensibility. A time and place for everything, courtesy is given and expected in return, attention is paid to how one dresses and subsequently perceived. It is proper and civilized and a reminder of how things used to be.
Italy was like being welcomed home by your mother. Warm and wonderful with no shortage of good food! A healthy respect for family and heritage. If I feel starved of culture living in Florida, then a visit to this little country possessing more World Heritage Sites than any other, certainly took care of that for me!
So why am I sharing this with you? This trip touched my heart and soul and in a strange way it brought me peace. Sometimes our heads are so full of our responsibilities that we feel that we might just explode. No matter how busy we are, how big our workload, how little time we have to just be ourselves, how hurt we can feel at low points in our lives, it is knowing that there are options to help our healing. There is only so much we can do for others and because we are stretched we forget to take care of ourselves. Taking a walk to blow off the cobwebs, even if it’s in the rain. Visiting a museum or gallery and appreciating a piece of artwork. Observing other families and how they interact with each other. All of these suggestions work for me but one of my favorites is to pick up a journal or notebook and begin writing. It is portable and it is something that can go with you anywhere.
Our words are our power and the written word gives us the ability to heal ourselves from within. It is an outlet for frustrations and fears and a platform for our feelings. Just by going through the motions of laying it out on paper we are opening our minds to possible answers.
Thank you for reading my blog. Until the next time …
Christine Bolton
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The day is fresh and new and filled with unique experiences. Today we talk about poetry from the heart and how words can heal and inspire us to do great things in this world.
We have all experienced heartache and we turn to different things for comfort and clarity. In my case I had the need to speak. When I was younger I would continually ask “Why?” to whoever would listen to me. I never understood the pain I was feeling and yearned for explanation. Maybe because I was a child, or perhaps in those days there such a stigma associated with emotional pain, I could never find the answers I wanted from people. Instead I found comfort in writing down my experiences. In the beginning they were just words, such as ‘this hurts’ or ‘what just happened?’ In time they began to flow more freely and took the form of a poem. The more I wrote, the calmer I became, and just laying down my feelings on paper was therapeutic. My own words soothed me and gave me an extraordinary strength. I was highly emotional when I picked up a pen but by the time I had written my last word I felt an immense calm as if I had meditated.
When I look back on poems or journals I have written, I sometimes have to catch my breath. When we are at peace with ourselves and have the opportunity to revisit our thoughts from an earlier time it can be quite shocking. It makes me feel sad to think I was so unhappy and feeling so much angst. As a result some of my poems can be quite dark but I think they are relatable. I am however concentrating on writing something more uplifting and positive. It is so much easier when you are in control and managing your personal pain.
The beauty of our lives is that we can continually learn about the world, ourselves and others. We should always be open to change, which is of course is inevitable, and learn some new ways of coping.
I invite you to enjoy my poetry and other things that I will share with you. Please follow my blog and hopefully I will inspire you to write down your thoughts and form beautiful poetry for yourself.
Until the next time.
Christine