Tag: Poetry

Ascent

Ascent

Staring up to the ceiling
She saw the plaster flaking
The building showing disrepair
Distraction no disguise for her shaking
 
The white marble stark
but soft and warm to the touch
She stumbled at the steps
The flowers in her clutch
 
She saw his feet
as the tears began to flow
Looking up she saw his body
Surrounded by an outer glow
 
The pain resident in her soul
Rapidly disappearing
She climbed the steps
towards him, persevering
 
Her ascent was slow
and somewhat extreme
Taking her hands 
he lifted her from her dream

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

 
Word Prompts:

Dream

Marble

Plaster

Resident

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Song Lyric Sunday – Big Girls Don’t Cry

Good Sunday morning. Jim Adams is hosting Song Lyric Sunday again this week and the theme is Crying/Sadness. This is favorite of mine by Fergie and beautifully produced by Will.I.Am. Hope you enjoy it too.

Big Girls Don't Cry
Fergie


Lyrics
Da da da da
The smell of your skin lingers on me now
You're probably on your flight back to your home town
I need some shelter of my own protection, baby
To be with myself and center
Clarity, peace, serenity
I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We've got some straightenin' out to do
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've got to get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry
The path that I'm walking
I must go alone
I must take the baby steps till I'm full grown, full grown
Fairy tales don't always have a happy ending, do they?
And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay
I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We've got some straightenin' out to do
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've got to get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry
Like the little school mate in the school yard
We'll play jacks and Uno cards
I'll be your best friend, and you'll be mine
Valentine
Yes, you can hold my hand if you want to
'Cause I want to hold yours too
We'll be playmates and lovers, and share our secret worlds
But it's time for me to go home
It's getting late and dark outside
I need to be with myself and center
Clarity, peace, serenity
I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We've got some straightenin' out to do
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've got to get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry
La da da da da da

Songwriters: Tobias Gad / Stacy Ferguson
Big Girls Don't Cry lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC,
BMG Rights Management

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Liberty

Liberty


Dance with your inner child 
Break free from the rusted chains
that have bound you and 
run like the wind of hurricanes
 
Bask in the golden hues of the sun
Wander the streets until you are lost
Lay on the floor of the forest
Until you feel the first frost 
 
Climb far reaching mountain peaks
Let a waterfall shower your skin
Swim the seven seas
Holding onto a dorsal fin
 
Let yourself taste freedom
And remember how it feels
Devour it and own it
As if it were your last cooked meal
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Secret Keeper's Weekly Writing Prompt
Using 5 words - Dance, Inner, Break, Hue, Lost

Word Prompt - Cook

Photo by Darius Bashar on Unsplash

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Grounded Angel – Haibun

Grounded Angel

She knew this was her destiny but she felt frozen in time.  What was her purpose?   She was surrounded by flora twinkling in the moonlight.  She was dressed so beautifully in her dreamy dress but her wings had been perfectly clipped.  She couldn’t even fly.


Angel in waiting
She balanced in suspension
In floral splendor


Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Sa at Culture Shock – Tell the Story Challenge – Picture Prompt Haibun

Spectre

Spectre

She walked in the shadows
Moving up and down 
In, out and through
the throngs of passers by
Wearing her blue gown
 
Searching day after day
for that one
She would know him
When she saw him
This time he would not run
 
Adamant she would find him
Her method was all she knew
Repeat, repeat, all things repeat
This was no chore to her
Even if she had a slanted view
 
Her power was in determination
Finding her slayer was paramount
All she could hope for
was a sighting
For closure this was tantamount
 
To look him in the eye
For his deadly sins, be culpable
That retribution be hers
and he would know
She was indestructible 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Sue Vincent's Thursday Photo Prompt - Imgination - Write/Photo

Word Prompts:

Power

Chore

Adamant

Method

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He Says, She Says – A Sonnet

He Says, She Says – A Sonnet

’Tis the shard of glass you wield
That will slice into my dignity
Cutting me where flesh does not yield
Whenever you have the opportunity
I may have wronged you in the past
But sir, it was not intentional
Onerous aspersions I did not cast
Although my actions unconventional 
I provided you with an inch of suggestion
And you expropriated a mile of my generosity
A proposal in the form of a rhetorical question
Does not qualify you for any reciprocity
 
I say I love you, you say you love me more
We do not agree, and so we argue until evermore
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to D'Verse Poets Meeting at the Bar
Enjambment in Sonnets, Hosted by Jilly

Word Prompts

Shard

Onerous

Opportunity

Inch

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