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A Waste of Time – Prosery

A Waste of Time

We spent a lifetime not even knowing each other.  Spinning our wheels with failed marriages and empty relationships.  Coming from different parts of the world we inexplicably ended up in the same city.  Moving in the same orbit but not connecting until that one special night when we finally met.  I was cynical and you were the perfect gentleman.   We had so much in common and talked into the wee hours sharing stories of world travel.  

We lived the dream until the health scare came.  The focus was no longer on us, but “it”.  It consumed you.  Even when you were made safe and fully recovered, it lived with us.  Haunting me like a mistress.  Now instead of love we are at war with each other.

When it is over said and done, it was a time, and there was never enough of it.

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Merril is hosting Monday Prosery at D’Verse Poets and has prompted us with a line from Allison Adelle Hedge Coke’s poem, “A Time”. When it is over said and done, it was a time, and there was never enough of it. We are to write a piece of flash fiction (Prosery) including the prompt line. Prosery is exactly 144 words excluding the title

Time Is Up

Time Is Up

Exhausted and drained
Grown tired of the never ending
game
No more rocks in the pile
Can no longer shift the blame
 
Differences to rejoice
Empathy and understanding
to be restored
Walk to towards each other
All avenues explored
 
A time to cast away stones
and a time to gather stones
together
It is now time to forgive
And find the white feather
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
 

Quoting Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 American Standard Version (ASV)
She asked us to take two lines from the complete verse and work them
into our poem, either literally, or as a prompt.

I chose:
" a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together"

Here is the complete verse

For everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; a time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace.

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Heritage

Heritage





Mollusk crusted rock
In the ancient midden 
Reflecting the life
Of times long hidden

History for us to unravel
In these gifts preserved
Stories of ancestors
Thoughtfully conserved

Uniformly collected
Treasures of times gone by
Chronicles the account
Of what happened, and why

Years of being derelict
Disrespecting our past
Acknowledging the fault was ours
Learning the lesson at last

We must forgive mistakes
Ignorance is not a crime
They knew not the value
Of that place and time



Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

DVerse Poets Pub hosted tonight by Frank Hubeny
He has challenged us with “Blame and Forgiveness”

Word Prompts:

Derelict

Fault

Uniform



Back in Time

Back in Time


I wanted to believe
that I could travel
back to time past
To escape the pain
and the memories
How long could it last?
 
Itching to be gone
Disappearing
into thin air
Touch the stone
In theory be gone
Without a care
 
Tired of your criticism
Weary now
of the humorless pokes
Drained of energy
I stagger 
My back on the ropes
 
Today is the day
I find myself here
In front of the stone
Concentrating hard
I say goodbye to you and
Back in time I am thrown
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Itching

Critic

Air

Theory

Sue Vincent's Thursday Write/Photo Prompt

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Just a Matter of Time

Just a Matter of Time

It was sorcerous how she got there
Touching the stone thinking of a forebear
She was sent way back in time
To a place long before
Finding a love she wished for
Feeling like it was a crime

Living a life two centuries in yesteryear
Forgetting a husband once so dear
A fabulist weaving stories in her head
In the two lives she had dwelt
Once with a Briton and once with a Celt
Would either one believe a shred

Life full of magical fantasy
So far from her reality
A handsome warrior and protector
He had stolen her heart
How could they now ever part
For she had drunk his nectar

Reluctantly one day she returned
But the love she left there was spurned
The present was lost to her forever
The past called her to regress
To the highlands of tartan dress
She vowed to get there whenever

Lifting the hem of her frock
She scrambles up the rock
Stopping at the circle of stones
As she touches the granite
She begins to understand it
Feeling a shiver in her bones

She passes through time
Falling and tumbling in rhyme
Looking for the same track
To that time of long ago
Where she had dared to go
Now wishing to go back

Would he still be waiting there
Or would he forswear
Rejecting her devotion
Could he believe her story
Or see it as an allegory
or some foolish notion

Time really did stand still
She thought falling down the hill
It just won’t wait for any man
She felt fierce in commitment
Not fearing embarrassment
Vowing only that she can

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Inspired by the novel Outlander by Diana Gabaldon

Word Prompts:

Granite

Fabulist

Fierce

OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day #20 – Time Stands Still

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Can

Photo:  Craigh na Dun, near Inverness Scotland

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Time

Time

Time placed in a bottle
Saved for a rainy day
Remembrances sweet
A familiar scent
Jogging a memory
A feeling of foreplay

Slowing down
To savor the taste
Of delicious sentiments
Dancing in the mind
Toying with the senses
Having thoughts unchaste

Traveling back to that time
Bringing certain joy to the heart
Much younger then
The world was one’s oyster
The pearl for the taking
Lovers never to part

The hotel old and quaint
Room number 5
Overlooking the square
Lovemaking in the afternoon
Sipping on wine
Never felt more alive

Back in the present
Putting the photograph away
Pushing the time
Back in the bottle
Keeping the memory safe
Until it rains another day

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

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