Senryu In your solitude You will find the needed peace To begin to heal Copyright © 2020 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Daily Haiku – Thu. November 12, 2020
Tag: Peace
Daily Haiku – Fri. October 23, 2020
Senryu Peace easy to find Allowing nature to soothe and calm troubled minds Copyright © 2020 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
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
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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
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:
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.
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)
Daily Haiku – Monday, July 23, 2018
Inner calm is found
With a life of harmony
Forgiveness and peace
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
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