Tag: survival

Riptide

Riptide

Swimming in your troubled waters
I am caught in a riptide
which pulls me from the safety of the shore
Struggling in its undertow and 
unable to hold on to you any longer
I feel you slipping through my arms
as I am carried away from you
and your tempestuous sea of anger
Not knowing where I will be taken
I am scared, my arms flailing to stay afloat
My heart yearns for an emotional life raft
to cling to before surrendering to the currents
I pray for peace wherever the tide takes me


Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing
All Rights Reserved

 Bjorn is hosting Open Link Night at D’Verse Poets

Out of the Groove – A Quadrille

Out of the Groove

Over time, with circumstances
pushing us in different directions, 
our groove has been smoothed out
We no longer fall into each other
Instead with our balance regained
we stand independently 
Me, strong without your weight
pulling me down
You, floundering because you never tried


Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing
All Rights Reserved

De Jackson (aka Whimsy Gizmo) is hosting Monday Quadrille at D'Verse Poets
She has prompted us with "Groove"  Any which way we want to use it.
A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, excluding the title.

Duplicitous

Duplicitous

The outward signs of wealth
and social belonging
attracts those vacuous types
in search of foolish things

Talk can be impressive
to those unable to read
between the lines
of your thin veneer

For there under that surface
is a two-headed monster
showing different faces
Color me cynical


Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing
All Rights Reserved

Word Prompts

Stream of Consciousness - Color
Word of the Day - Impressive
FOWC - Vacuous
RDP - Foolish Things

Edge of Extinction

Edge of Extinction

Flirting with the ocean
Standing on jagged rocks
Daring it to dress her
with its beauty
To take her completely
Into its arms
and hold her down
until she could breathe
no more
Teasing and begging
for the attention
Wishing to surrender
to its power but,
her lover not receptive
 
Screaming above the waves
of anger lashing at rocks
her voice fell, unheard
The night dark and broody
but a velvet sky pushed back
the lingering curtain of clouds
Silence fell with a halted wind
and the angry sea
slowed its breath to a whisper
Tempt me no longer, it said
You use me to dull your pain
but I will not take you this night
Instead I will wash it away
So you may live another day
 
 
Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing
All Rights Reserved

Lisa is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and has
prompted us with "Edge" and "Fringe".  I am sharing
a reworked poem that I had written several years ago.
I think it works for this challenge. 

Image by Dimitris Vetsikas from Pixabay

Going, Going, Gone

Going, Going, Gone

Going
I’m leaving home
I said defiantly
when I was four
but I stayed
 
Going
I’m leaving here
I said defensively
when I was a teen
but I stayed
 
Gone
I’m leaving you
I said dispassionately
when I was married
and so I went
 
Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing
All Rights Reserved


De Jackson (AKA Whimsy Gizmo) is hosting D'Verse Poets
Monday Quadrille and has prompted us with "Go"
A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words excluding
the title.

Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay 
 

Free Spirit – A Quadrille

Free spirit

Power plays
between us
entertaining
We would go  
head to head
but you could never  
intimidate me
I am always
comfortable in
my own skin
and you forget
I am your equal
You do not own me
and you will never
break my spirit

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay 

De Jackson (alias Whimsy Gizmo) is
hosting D'Verse Poets Monday Quadrille.
A quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words,
excluding the tittle. He has prompted
us wit the word "Spirit"

Survival

Survival

Survival is an instinct
Born of necessity 
Protected
at all costs
as you would a child
and like your spirit
it can never be taken
from you
 
It is all you have when
times are dire
Your resourcefulness
when you are without
Your resilience 
when you are knocked down 
It lives and breathes
within you
 
It is always present
yet hangs in your shadows
until you call upon it
and give it life
Your will to survive
paramount
Your kiss of life
Your oxygen

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Gospel Isosceles is hosting D'Verse Poets
and has prompted us with the Birth/Born

Image by LoggaWiggler from Pixabay 

The Handmaid’s Tale – A Poem

The Handmaid’s Tale

A realization dawns
The stark reality that
I am merely a possession
A purchased accessory
a commodity, and reminding me
has become your obsession
 
Speechless I retreat
Wounded by your words
so blatantly delivered
Lacking kindness, 
Cruel and meant to sting
Inwardly I shivered
 
As you threaten my livelihood
I consider the repercussions
You will offer no act of contrition 
But continue to wield your power
Indignation unfaltering
You have exercised your volition
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts
Kindness - WotD
Repercussions - FOWC
Go Dog Go Cafe - The Handmaid's Tale

Image by Pete Linforth from Pixabay

Papa Why?

Papa Why?

Papa why?
Why did you marry mama
and not stay true?
Your fighting
scarred me
for life and
distorted my view
 
'Please tell mama this'
and her reply would be
'Please tell papa that'
I was good for
both of you
Used as a conduit
for your ugly chat
 
You, my hero
would get the moon
for me
That was your promise
But you forgot that
when you chose
to be free
 
So in this, my life
that you never knew
I hitched to many a wagon
My choices calculated
They were replicas of you 
I’d flow from one to another
and each time I’d slay the dragon 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Flow - RDP

Dragon - WotD

Go Dog Go Cafe - Please Papa Get Me The Moon

Go Dog Go Cafe - Promote Yourself Monday

Photo - Pixabay Image
 

Free At Last

Free At Last

As night turned into day
the light in the dingy room
depressed me more
and I slipped beyond gloom

Overcome with sadness
my feelings I tried to repress
Teardrops fell from my eyes
and I was clearly in distress

Through my moments of crazy
I saw the parcel on the floor
It was a box tied up with string
I hadn’t noticed it before

Who could it belong to
No name and address supplied
I opened it cautiously
Considering the contents inside

A leather bound book
With a letter addressed to me
This is your time, it said
Get up and be set free

No more sadness now
This is the end of the wrath
Your time has come at last
You are now on the glide path

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts:

Dingy

Parcel

Repress

Glide

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