Tag: Peace

War and Peace

War and Peace

Arguments and battles aside
Fighting words flying on wind
taking patience its passenger
Tempers calming into silence
and stillness descending
 
Lacking leverage a war lost
A battle without a winner
Exhausted and spent
Peace is finally declared
Empathy for enemy evident
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Patient - Word of the Day
Empathy - RDP
Leverage - FOWC

Peace

Peace

I feel myself recoiling
and closing down
Shutting out the dissonance
No fight left inside me
One more spiteful remark
will make no difference
 
Your comfortable chaos
has slowly eaten away
at my core
Calculated and manipulative
Strategically planned
to wound in your war 
 
Peace will only come
in my final retreat
Conceding to the last
Words have left me
As I withdraw from the conflict
and leave you in my past
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

OctPoWriMo - Day 31 - Peace

Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting Open Link Night
at D'Verse Poets Pub

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Battle For Peace

Battle for Peace

 

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

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Muse

Muse

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:

Enthralling

Inspire

Surmount

Resplendent

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I am a Rock

I am a Rock

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.

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Smoke

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)

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Solace

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

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My Reality Check

Travel Is Good For The Soul

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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