Senryu As I sit and stare through the window of our time I can reminisce Copyright © 2020 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Daily Haiku – Mon. November 2, 2020
Tag: time
Daily Haiku – Wed. October 14, 2020
Senryu Time to be alone A luxury that is scarce and very precious Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
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.
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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
Daily Haiku – Thu. April 9, 2020
Senryu Time passes slowly when solitary moments calmly still the mind Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Daily Haiku – Thu. October 31, 2019
Haiku
The passing of time
going faster every day
as we get older
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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
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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
Daily Haiku – Mon. October 22, 2018
For thousands of years
The rivers smoothed the pebbles
Washing away time
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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:
OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day #20 – Time Stands Still
Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Can
Photo: Craigh na Dun, near Inverness Scotland