Tag: poem

Imprisoned

Imprisoned

Trapped in a prison
of memory 
Alone with
a heart destroyed
Watching hopes
and dreams go
around and round
like a circle
in a spiral 
spinning
downwards
out of control
Impossible
to save them
No desire to
try anymore
Accepting of
the cruel fate that
robbed me of you
Leaving me with
thoughts of what
might have been




Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Grace is hosting Open Link Night at D’Verse Poets tonight 
Bush Boy is hosting today's RDP prompt “Like a circle in a spiral”

Sanctuary

Sanctuary

Tall grasses at
water’s edge 
as green as limes
Exotic blooms of lotus
flowering abundantly
time after time
 
Protective trees
shielding a sacred spot
where serenity is found
A place to regroup
and clear the mind
never hearing a sound


Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
 
 In response to Sue Vincent's Weekly Write/Photo

Word Prompt
Bloom - RDP

Mondrian’s New York – Haibun Monday

Yes, Mondrian’s Broadway Boogie Woogie reminds me of Manhattan in the city that never sleeps, New York.  The perfect grid system of streets running north to south and east to west.  How could you ever get lost?

Its inhabitants focused on where they are going with a purpose in their stride.  No time for the niceties.  Be direct and be frank or you’ll be eaten alive as if in a Pac Man game, which I think the art also resembles!

Fire hydrant bursting
It’s summer in the city
Relief from the heat
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Kim from Writing in North Norfolk is hosting Haibun Monday
at D'Verse Poets.  Tonight she has prompted us with a picture of Broadway Boogie Woogie by abstract artist Piet Mondrian.
She has asked us to share our feelings of this piece and if it
does indeed remind us of Broadway in New York or perhaps
somewhere else.

Unhealed Wounds

Unhealed Wounds

She saw herself 
again as a child
and wept
the same tears
The horror
of that day 
Carved in the mind
Deep, open wounds
that will never heal
Still Haunting 
Residing within her 
like a parasite
Eating away at her core
Her so called surprise gift
was that of domestic
sexual abuse
from someone trusted
A father figure
A family member
A manipulator
A maniac
A thief
who stole her life
Robbed her of dignity 
Demanding her silence
Here at this very place



Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Sadje’s What do you See photo challenge
Word  Prompts
Domestic - RDP
Maniac - FOWC 
A word beginning with CH - Stream of Consciousness Saturday

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