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Walk in the Park – Poem of the Month – September 2022

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Walk in the Park

I walked that I might breathe
Each inhalation pushing the oxygen
Up to my brain until my head cleared
and normalcy returned
Every step taking me further away
from the source of my discontent
I absorbed the surroundings
Following the bend in the river
A gentle susurrus shook
The weeping willow blossoms
Sunlight disappeared beyond the treeline
as dusk staked its claim on the day
From the corner of my eye
a scintilla of light flashed
to the left, then the right
Fireflies shining in the twilight
Glowing on and off
Teasing the viewer
tempted to catch them
It was then I knew
I had found my querencia
My safe place of peace
Where my equilibrium could return
Stopping to wonder at the light show
I rested a while, thankful for the sojourn



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Mish is hosting Tuesday Poetics at D’Verse and has prompted us with unusual words that have been finding their way into our everyday language. We are to use three of her suggestions in our poem.  I chose Susurrus, Scintilla and Querencia.  You will find
their meanings on the D’Verse link along with the others available.
Blog, Flash Fiction

Walk It Off – Flash Fiction

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woman walking near closed doors of building near water with self reflection
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Walk It Off

With anxiety at a high level I’m pacing the room unable to calm down.  Everything was fine until the call from James.  Why did I answer?  He aggravated me more than usual.

I have to get out of here and walk before I blow a gasket.

I’m halfway down the street before realizing I had no coat.  Shivering, I wandered.  Lonely as a cloud nine, because they are few and far between, well at least to me.  I really can’t remember the last time I was happy with James.  He is probably the most high maintenance man I have ever known.  I feel like I am constantly babying him. Ugh!

The night time streets are empty and I am grateful for the solitude.  I’ll walk until I can cool off and then head home with a clearer head.

James is in the rear-view mirror.

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All Rights Reserved

Lillian is hosting Prosery Monday at D'Verse and has prompted us with
the famous line "I wandered lonely as a cloud" from William Wordsworth's 
famous poem.  We are to use the line in its entirety with words in that order, although they may be punctuated. Prosery is a piece of flash fiction no more than 144 words excluding the title.
Blog, Life

Date

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Date

Early morning light
Streaks through the curtain
Another day dawning
That’s all that is certain

Sarah lies in her bed
Remembering what occurred
The events of the previous night
Have left her somewhat disturbed

“What happened?” she thought
Everything was going so great
Andrew was delightful
Considering it was a blind date

They had gone to a restaurant
For an early dinner and talk
Then a movie to follow
And a stroll on the boardwalk

Andrew had become romantic
And leaned in to kiss
She reciprocated the action
It was a moment of bliss

It lasted just a moment
And then he doubled over in pain
What was the problem?
She could not ascertain

After some endless moments
Sarah realized what was amiss
He’d eaten the lamb curry
It wasn’t the kiss

The hospital emergency room
Was where they eventually parted
They likely wouldn’t meet again
Dating is not for the faint hearted

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Bjorn’s challenge at D’Verse Poets Writing Narrative Poetry

Photo by Nathan Walker on Unsplash

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Blog, Survival

Fearless

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A fearless warrior
Alone in her plight
Fighting for their existence
No one to help her and the child
Determined to go the distance

She walked through fire
but was not burnt by it
She circled her wagons
With her never ending fury
She slayed the dragons

She would fight tigers
For she was a mother
Crossing her you cannot afford
For the life of her daughter
She would fall on her sword

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge Week #48

Using the line She walked through fire but was not burnt by it

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Blog, Healing

Nature’s Gift

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The cooling breeze was welcome
An antidote to the sweltering day
Giving way for an enjoyable walk
Along the front of the bay

Pelicans sitting on the pilings
Watching the fish brought from the boats
Patiently waiting for scraps
To guzzle down their throats 

Rounding the marina
Observing the luxury on display 
A family posing for pictures
On their own special day

Dogs being walked
Children playing on the grass
Couples picnicking on blankets
Champagne drunk from cut glass

Kayaks traversing the water
Paddle boarders staying upright
Sails blocking the low sun
As day prepares for night

Seagulls emphatically cawing
Only they know at whom
Food has probably been espied
A plan of action one assumes

Some dolphins frolic off the shore
Arcing in the water
Flipping the fish they play with
As I continue my saunter

Energy from the water
Is calming to the mind
A day full ups and downs
The stresses left behind

As the sun drops on the horizon 
I give thanks for the therapy
A healing balm
Nature provides for free

Christine Bolton

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