Tag: thoughts

Train of Thought

Train of Thought

Your words live
in my thoughts
Sometimes they delight
and are invited to stay
Other times they wound
and I show them the door

They feed my heart
Nourish my soul
and thoughts
become my words
flowing freely
back to you

When words harm
they linger in my head
slowly poisoning
a bruised spirit
And I cannot
speak to you

Instead I write
my thoughts
that spew forth
like demons
exorcised
from my body

So you might understand 



Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © 


in Response to Reena’s Exploration Challenge #153

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Negativity

Negativity

Negative thoughts taunted
In my head, not amusing
Appearing, unwanted
Leaving me daunted
Muddling and confusing

Forcing me to search
So easy to find out about you
Feeling my heart lurch
Looking for a smirch
It is there for everyone to view

I see your life lived like a fool
Old lovers and ex-wives, 
Such a collection of jewels
Like a pack of old mules
and as blunt as rusty knives
 
Then I see you as superior
Leaving me tormented
Feeling inferior
Mostly ulterior
By that which is presented
 
Fresh as the morning dew
there with a younger love
a good match for you
You are stuck like glue
Your hand inside her glove

Where is the gravity
that pulled us together
Lost in my negativity
Slipping down the declivity                   
Always breaking the tether

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Grace is hosting Open Link Night
at D'Verse Poets

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A Walk in the Woods – Flash Fiction

Walk in the Woods

Walking slowly through the woods, Jessica was lost in her thoughts. It had been an emotionally driven weekend and she desperately wanted to shake off the remnants of the past two days.  

She stopped suddenly when far away an interrupted cry jerked her out of her reverie. She wondered what it could be.  Perhaps someone was hurt or an animal maybe.

Hearing it again she moved quickly towards the sound.  She had come off the trail and was venturing into the deep forest. The sound was closer now, and as she pulled back some wayward bushes, she saw it. 

There in front of her was a dog tied to a tree.  It was clearly distressed

‘Oh, you poor doggie, who did this to you?’ Jessica said tenderly

‘Get away from the bitch.  Now!’ he said as he pointed the 12-gauge shotgun at her.

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

144 words

Bjorn is hosting at D'Verse Poets this Monday and has
challenged us to write some flash fiction - no more than
144 words. It also has to include this line from
"When far away an interrupted cry"
from Acquainted with the Night by Robert Frost

Word Prompt

Lost

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