Tag: Poetry

One

One

We are one and the same

My half matches yours

When you fall, I pick you up

Or we crawl on all fours

Get up my love

This is not the end

Together we can make it

On me you can depend

 

You are my precious jewel

A valued prize

I breathe your breath

Without you I’m paralyzed

You need me right now

and I will carry you to safety

Come now my dearest

It will always be you and me

 

Our haphazard limps in life

Are what balance us out

We lean on each other

That’s what we are about

Stabilizing and steadying

Each other we complement

Always there for each other

We seamlessly supplement

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Reena’s Exploration Challenge #63 – Photo Prompt

Word Prompts:

Jewel

Haphazard

 

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Night Sky

Night Sky

Orion straddles the sky
His belt twinkling
In the darkness
Lighting the way
With stars sprinkling

The cheesy moon
Has passed
The halfway mark
A shadow of his smile
Slightly visible in the dark

The stars scattered
Across the expanse, winking
So silent is the night
Giving us pause to wonder
With wishful thinking

The nightly performance
Ensorcelled us with its splendor
The tryst between the stars and moon
A match made in heaven
Magnificent beauty it did render

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Ensorcell

Tryst

 

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Role Playing

Role Playing

 

My role is unique

I’m somewhat of a freak

A drum roll I compose

No intention to impose

I play the part

With all my heart

Will I pass the audition?

My hard work come to fruition?

Thanks, but no thanks

No need to fill in the blanks

I didn’t get the job

Now my head begins to throb

No room for any sorrow

Back at it again tomorrow

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts:

Linda G Hill’s Stream of Consciousness – Role/Roll

Impose

Unique

Seclusion

Seclusion

I am me and not you

My life is my own

My body out of reach

Stay out of my zone

I am not your property

Even though you’re hopeful

I need to sequester myself

I fear I will be woeful

 

Even if I just take a snooze

It will be for the shortest time

If you look at the percentage

It is not out of line

Such a small part of my day

To take for myself

Please just imagine me

As if I’m on a shelf

 

I’m so weary from challenges

Peace and quiet is what I yearn

Let me rest alone

I promise you I will not spurn

Sometimes I give too much

You become complacent

A little time for myself

And you become impatient

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts:

Sequester

Snooze

Property

Percentage

 

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Reflection

Reflection

Sitting on a bench
in the park
Anonymous and unseen
Her situation seemed stark
Reflecting on her life
What might have transpired
had she made better decisions
she would have what she required

Marginalized and alone
The people in her life had scattered
Choosing to follow their own path
She felt her world tattered
Her life orchestrated
by a bully of a husband
Allowing him to be her voice
Feeling completely bludgeoned

Here in her loneliness
Her soliloquy takes shape
Determined to cleanse and deterge
To find her escape
Her life belongs to her
and nobody other
She will finally break free
He will no longer smother

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts:

Soliloquy

Orchestrate

Belong

Deterge

 

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