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Different Animals

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Different Animals

Anticipating your response
Of what will surely come
I brace for the onslaught
My nerves tightening
As I become more fraught

Vacillating the point
Until we were drained
Back and forth and back again
Wishing it would end
But the winner does not yet reign

Storming off in anger
I see you under the lamppost
Smoking a cigarette
Exhausted from the argument
I prefer solitude feeling a threat

After an abundance of angst
You come back in the house
Our boiling has lowered to a simmer
Your eyes find mine
and hope is now a glimmer

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Anticipate

Brace

Vacillate

Lamppost

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Blog, Confusion

Words

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Words

Your words are
fireworks in my mind
Exciting and scintillating
Lying and devious
Manipulative yet sincere
You’re a word jockey, one of a kind

Declarations stroking me
Like a feather
Tantalizing and erotic
Sweet and sensual
Sometimes reticent
Changing like the weather

I’m confused by you
But I yearn for happiness
I like the way it feels
You are believable
I have no doubt
It is just your cockiness

Fooling myself
Ignoring the flashing beacon
Living in a fairy tale
Of my own making
Blinded by you charm
Allowing myself to weaken

You shower me with your whispers
Falling on me like autumn foliage
But between the floating leaves
I can see you with her
Is a comeback possible for me
Or am I now your spoilage

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Scintillating

Foliage

Comeback

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Blog, Loss

Departed

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Departed

I harvest the remnants
of our life once complete
Limiting the time I spend
Reminiscing
As my heart now deplete

My eyes look around
the spartan room
Your things gone
and furniture removed
A feeling of empty gloom

My eyes drawn to the window
Afternoon sun bathing the glade
In a matinee performance
of fantastic color and light
A silent serenade

Missing you, still loving you
Feeling you here
Where life used to exemplify
our love and intimacy
Now fated to disappear

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Harvest

Spartan

Glade

Limit

Exemplify

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Blog, Healing

Recovery

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Recovery

My capacious heart
Full of affection
Secretes slowly
The love you need
Like an intravenous injection

Your wounded soul
Beaten and bruised
Crying to be nurtured
And healed
No longer misused

Let me nourish
Your spirit and mind
With milk and honey
Infuse them with strength
Until once more entwined

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Capacious

Secrete

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Blog, Love

Mine

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Mine

The feeling was involuntary
Impossible to hold back
Encompassing my body
In a gradual attack

Filling my heart with love
To be poured over you
In sensual oils to massage
And the kiss of morning dew

Tied in silk ribbons
Your limbs I will bind
So you will stay forever
Lady Justice is blind

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts:

Gradual

Heart

Justice

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Blog, Life

Market

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Market

From the mouths of children
Breathing white smoke
The chill of the day already
Covered by an invisible cloak

As if filled with tears
The gathering dark clouds
Ready to burst with rain
Over the swelling crowds

Sounds of the street
As day fills with life
Echo in the cold winds
That can slice like a knife

The sonorous voice
Of an eager hawker
Selling his wares as
Patrons offer tender

Bundled citizens hunched over
With faces as red as roses
Braving the bitter cold
With dripping noses

Hirsute dogs straying
Amongst the throng
Looking for scraps
As the day grows long

An alliance of locals
Gather at the tavern
Adopting good humor
As the moon turns silvern

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts:

Sonorous

Hirsute

Eager

Alliance

Adopt

 

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Blog, Love

Muse

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Muse

Beauty surrounding me
Bringing peace and harmony
Mesmerized by the silence
I’m embraced by your charm
As if protected from harm
I float in your abeyance

Becoming your muse
Your palette of hues
Will paint my life story
With each brush stroke
Oh, the fantasies you invoke
Together we write the allegory

Our existence is enthralling
I feel my body trembling
Ignited with your desire
I can surmount the highest peak
Where the view resplendent
and live life as if on fire

The dramas of the day
Suddenly melt away
Comfort in your positive energy
Strength from your open arms
Soothing my never ending qualms
A perfect synergy

Without you I would be lost
Stay with me at all costs
We are bound together forever
Filling my soul with elation
You are my salvation
I will go with you wherever

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Prompts:

Enthralling

Inspire

Surmount

Resplendent

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Blog, Love

Trespass

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Trespass

Your migration into my heart
is a violation of the sweetest kind
I can barely concentrate
I am going out of my mind

In the rubric of my desires
you appear so many times
The quintessential lover
Committing the ultimate crime

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Prompts:

Migration

Rubric

Violation

Quintessential

Concentrate

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Blog, Healing

Freedom

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Freedom
did not come easy
She fought hard
for what was truly hers
Stolen from her
with his lying words
feeding her ego
Promising a fantasy

She could not recall
When it happened
One day he had control
and he ruled her world
Her voice stolen
and thoughts buried deep
unable to share
This the beginning
of her downfall

Increasingly taciturn
she allowed him
to become her mouthpiece
She cooked and cleaned
and wore what he chose
Her once professional
appearance now quaint
She had become his slave
Reaching a point of no return

Inside her silent anger raged
What had she become?
A shadow of her former self
Until the day she found
her strength
and voice
Reaching out to those
Who could help
free her from the cage

Reflecting on her bondage
She pondered the cause
of her personal plight
Her heart had made the decision
Her brain, the excuses
Her head finally argued
and liberty became hers
Now she flies solo
Never again a hostage

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Quaint

Taciturn

Personal

Solo

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