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Blurred View

Blurred View

Seeing the broken pieces
of what is left
of this fractured life
laying before me 
I am unable to make sense
of what is happening
 
Uncontrollable tears
blur my view
It matters not what
is presented to me
but how I feel
inside my heart
 
Did I feel it slipping
through my fingers
before it crashed to the floor?
Did I miss the warning signs?
I stare into the sky as
the last light of dusk is fading
 
Pink hues painted across
the evening canvas
A moment to pause and
wonder at the
beauty before me
but it means nothing
for I care no more
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

I response to Sue Vincent's weekly
write/photo challenge

Lost at Sea

Lost at Sea

A watery scape
flooded with tears
clinging to
countless branches
 
Salted sores
still stinging
from wounds
inflicted by reason
 
Hope drifting away
on a sea of clouds
Soon lost
forever
 
A fractured heart
sinking heavily
into the fathomless deep
where it will hurt no more
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Image by Pam Patterson from Pixabay 

Word Prompt
Countless Branches - RDP





The First Step

The First Step

The road is long
and not for the
faint-hearted
It will bend and twist
uphill and down
Unforgiving
and full of
pot holes
There is no choice
on this journey
of life
You will stumble
and fall
and at times
you will reach
a crossroads
where sometimes
you will stay
in neutral
Unsure
and unknowing
You will take
the wrong path
without question
but you will learn
from the mistake
and carry on
to the next junction
With experience
you will choose wisely
There are no shortcuts
on this road
called life
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
 
 
 In response to Sue Vincent's Write/Photo

Equalizer

Equalizer

Finally the dregs
of the day drained
away with
the sunset
Taking with them
the sweat and tears
that spilled onto
the remnants of
a dream crushed
Writing the obituary
as it sinks beyond
the horizon
into another time
 
But the moon
does rise high
into the night sky
shining its light
on the darkness
of what once was  
Infusing a delicate soul
with its energy
and brightness
Reassuring
and reminding
tomorrow will
surely come

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Mish is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight
and has prompted us with the following quote
“Barn’s burnt down, now I can see the moon.”
               Mizuta Masahide

Word Prompts
Delicate - RDP
Obituary - Word of the Day

Image by Prettysleepy from Pixabay 
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