Tag: Poetry for Healing

Driven

Driven

The street her catwalk
The clothes her haute couture
Head held high
She strutted her stuff
At sixteen she was quite mature

Wrong side of the tracks
Not a good start to life
Being posh elevated her
confidence
Avoiding the strife

Able to work this
To get what she needed
Knowing herself
Trusting herself
A few years conceded

Love on the streets tonight
For sale at a price
Your place or mine
The front seat of your car
She could add a little spice

She had their number
Her expertise fortuitous
A carnival of sexual needs
She had seen it all
Separating herself from anxious

Sometimes there was violence
The Johns were abominating
The older girls looked out
not always able to protect her
She rarely saw it coming

She didn’t remember
How many there had been
Mostly it was a blur
Soon she would have enough
To say goodbye to the obscene

The end justified the means
She was almost there
Suck it up for a little longer
A few more tricks
Then nothing left to share

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Anxious

Carnival

Posh

Number

Fortuitous

 

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Meeting

Meeting

The coolness of the marble
Soothed her feeling of duress
Waiting patiently for the outcome
She smoothed down her dress

Looking quickly in her compact
She checked her hair
A stray wisp had escaped
Giving her an eclectic flair

The museum was quiet
She gazed at the artwork
Standing in front of the painting
Her face creased to a smirk

She knew he was there
As his presence was felt
Turning she saw him
And her body began to melt

She had left a trail
Knowing he would follow
He had pursued willingly
Finding her at the Picasso

He said her name out loud
By the sound she was awed
He said with authority
“You are under arrest for art fraud”

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Today’s Word Prompts

Marble

Smirk

Duress

Eclectic

Pursue

Compact

 

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Lies

Lies

One little lie, two little lies
Three lies, four
This is how it begins
Hard to keep track
Impossible to ignore

Choosing to go down
that slippery slope
There’s no turning back
The choice has been made
Say goodbye to all hope

Infatuation is a welcome guest
But he obscures your vision
With a diaphanous veil
Making you the fool
Of bad decisions

Improvisation attempted
But not availed
You’ve shown your true colors
A relationship is now in ruins
His love cruelly assailed

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Daily Word Prompts:

Slippery

Infatuation

Guest

Diaphanous

Improvise

Ruins

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Eyes Wide Open – Week 10

Good Morning!  Here is another Eyes Wide Open post featuring some photos I took this week while out running.  They were all taken on my iPhone.

Hope you enjoy them and have a great Saturday!

Young Doe

A young Doe coming out as the day starts to cool down

Ibis in flight

An Ibis in flight

Tree Limb Bench

One of Nature’s benches in the park!

Mailbox on tree stump

Another crazy mailbox!

Bench Waterside

A lovely place to sit and think

Grass and purple flowers

A pretty combination of grasses and purple flowers

Questioning Myself

I am the status quo
My temperament even
Contained and rarely sad or angry
Life is too short for either
I rationalize the ups and downs of my life
Easily, effortlessly and with thought for others
This is who I have learned to be
When your sweet soul gets lost in your indignation
The dark shadow encompasses you and all in your path
Which includes me
I dread it
It comes from nowhere and swiftly
It swallows me
Stripping me of my composure
Sucking me into the abyss of whatever has displeased you
You feel justified in your state
And question my emotions
That are now so unraveled and visible
You have no patience with me
And you are now challenging in your address
You feel justified by your displeasure and subsequent rant
And you cannot understand why I do not agree
How does this happen?
I fear it and when it comes
It is as if struck by your words
It is not a happy time
I struggle to get past it
I sweep it under the carpet and pretend it didn’t happen
I enable you
By doing so you get a free pass to do it again
What does that say about me?

Christine Bolton

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