Tag: solitude

Restoration

Restoration

Here I sit
where troubles
Do not follow
In my solitude
tears come
I sob and swallow

The crisp air
regulates
my uneven breathing
Cares float away
Cleansing my soul
Finally releasing 

I draw energy
From the mountains
and warmth from the sun
My life feels balanced
I am now ready
A new day has begun



Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Sue Vincent’s Weekly Write/Photo

Solitude – A Haibun

I have always enjoyed my own company, never more so than now.  As a teenager I could be incredibly lonely to the point of feeling physical pain.  I literally ached from it and, like most teenagers, time passed so slowly, so it seemed never ending.

As a grown up, I am never lonely.  There is always someone to speak to and many opportunities and activities in which to participate.  These days it is sometimes difficult to find time for myself, so when I do, I savor every moment.  I love taking long walks in nature and I see and appreciate everything.  I find the solitude inspirational and it helps my writing. I even capture photos along the way of things that I find interesting.  Solitude is very precious to me.

Solitude

Sacred solitude
A gift of silence from noise
Time for renewal


Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Kim is hosting at D'Verse Poets tonight.  She has prompted us
to write a Haibun on Solitude.

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Different Animals

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

OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day – Prompt: Strange Animals

Photo by Maria Remez on Unsplash

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Smoke

He slowly rowed the
small boat
to the middle of the lake
never saying where
he was going
Just knowing what to take

Peace and solitude
It was a favorite
way to escape
He went quietly
without a sound
his plan taking shape

No one around
to question his actions
No fear of his daughter
Hell to pay
if she only knew of
his smoke on the water

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Tuesday Writing Prompt from Go Dog Go Cafe – Smoke on the Water (Deep Purple)

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