Tag: word of the Day Challenge

Impasse

Impasse

The fragility of the moment
causes me to stop
where I am
Another word, another step
could break the dam

We glossed over the issues
Copious amounts of energy
devoted to the cause
Nothing was resolved
I break for a pause

No palette for your indignation
I ignored the caustic remarks
The recurring theme
exhausting and
inevitably there will be sparks

So where do we go
having reached this point
We are at an impasse
Perhaps I’ll move to the boondocks
Where greener the grass

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

The mix of today’s word prompts did not inspire me too much and I was stuck for most of the day trying to create something 😬

Word Prompts:

Copious

Gloss

Fragile

Palette

Theme

Boondocks

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Maelstrom

Maelstrom

Each day I wake
not knowing what
to expect
Will today be
comforting or
suffocating
There is no way to detect

I can sail
smooth seas
of love and tranquility
Be a recipient
of your devoted attention
and surprised
by your spontaneity

Or do we navigate a maelstrom
on this imperious
voyage to destruction
Unable to fathom
your thought process
I do drown in your rhetoric
of seduction

Anchored to your bitterness
Wishing for harmony but
sinking in your resentment
Feeling Icy fingers wrapped
around my heart
beguiled with the promise
of contentment

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Fathom

Imperious

Beguile

Anchor

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Reborn

Reborn

The fog gave way
to the morning sun
as it struggled to shine
on the cliffs of might
The wind thrashing
the sea grasses
Blowing away remnants
of the night

Walking slowly away
from the memories of you
Inhaling deep a freshness
of purity
What’s done is done
Your voice no more living in my ears
A cleansing freedom
surpassed in its finality

Passing the chewing sheep
oblivious to their own destiny
Seeing the wild blackberries
and fuchsia along the hedgerow
growing amongst ancient stone
Defining the verdant land of centuries
I am confident on my path
More than I could ever know

Absconding with my dignity
allowing nature to touch my senses
Cleansed by the falling rain
Abstaining from thoughts you neuter
without guilt or shame
I am reborn and whole once more
Breathing in my new found liberty
as I walk towards a new future

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Abscond

Verdant

Abstain

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Game On

Just a game to you

You played because you could

Your unfiltered words and actions

a green light to those who contained

their hatred

No thought or dedication

or ability to multitask

Let alone read

Communication skills nonexistent

Your statistics will be great indeed

Destined for the history books

Headlining

The Biggest loser of all time

You are the antithesis of a hero

Orange is the new black

and you will wear it well

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Game

Multitask

Hero

Orange

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Gone

Gone

No more black and white
Just shadows of grey
Direction is no longer clear
Since you went away

Numerous times
I question why
You left so suddenly
But never a reply

A ghost like presence
Where you once were
Never again
To darken my door

Your essence everywhere
Woven into my life
Carrying it in my body
Twisting against the knife

Your voice lingering
In the empty room
Not answering my words
Nothing left to exhume

Bravado my new guise
Not wishing to show anguish
Reflexive responses
In my misery I languish

A sense of foreboding
You will never return
Life with you
I will have to unlearn

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Numerous

Bravado

Reflex

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Young

Young

When we were young
We were in love and smitten
Every sound was a symphony
The world was smiling at us
Words of devotion written

When we were young
You were the most adorable
The one everybody wanted
But I claimed the prize
Everything became possible

When we were young
There was that September
Memories made
Words of love spoken
Do you remember?

When we were young
I was transported
To dizzying heights
A ring put on my finger
Vows purported

When we were young
Promises were forsaken
Reality resonated
A rose given with thorns
A heart left broken

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Remember

Adorable

Symphony

Resonate

Transport

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Neighbor

Neighbor

The nondescript neighbor across the street moved today.  Sam saw the moving truck leaving the house as he came home.  He never remembered her name.  In fact he had barely had a conversation with her, other than the cursory “Good morning” if they happened to leave their respective houses at the same time.  It was awkward.  There was something about her that he just couldn’t put his finger on.  She was very attractive but was haughty and aloof.

The first time he met her was when Tom, his neighbor next door, had introduced her the day she moved in to number 2024.  Sam had attempted a friendly inquiring conversation with a “Welcome to Westbrook!  Where are you moving from?”

She had stared at him and he noticed her eyes were a deep cerulean blue. She seemed startled, but recovering quickly she became closed off, almost cold, and made almost no more  eye contact. She offered an excuse and said she was busy with the move and that was that.  Tom and Sam looked at each other and shrugged.  Since that day she had made no friends with anyone as far as he knew.  She kept herself private and non-communicative.

Sam used to joke with the other neighbors that she was likely in the Witness Protection Program or she was on the run from the police.  He couldn’t recall one time when she had attempted to make conversation.

She never attended any of the neighborhood social parties and always kept her porch light off on Halloween so the children never went near her house.  One year the kids tricked her instead and toilet papered her front yard.  No one knew whose kids were responsible and they pretty much left her to clean it up by herself.  Sam felt a little bad about driving off to work the following morning seeing it there but he had a meeting to attend.  When he returned home it was all gone and he assumed she had cleared it up herself or got someone to do it.  He never gave it another thought.

“So she moved out then.” Sam said to Tom who was out in his front yard. He continued, “I sure hope we get someone a lot nicer moving in.  She was a cold witch, don’t you think?”

Tom replied.  “I don’t know about being a witch.  She was never nasty to any of us.  She was just private, you know”

“I guess.” said Sam as he headed to his front door. “See you later Tom”

As Sam put his key in the lock, he looked down and saw a box with an envelope taped to it.  It had his name on it.

He took it into the house and placed it on the kitchen table wondering what it might be.  It was a handwritten envelope and no marking on the box so UPS hadn’t delivered it.

He opened the envelope, which held a card.  He read it.

Dear Sam,

I know you and I have never really had a conversation but I have watched you daily for the past year. 

When I was introduced to you on that day I moved in, you lit a fuse in my heart.  I cannot explain it.  It was incredible and the feeling was very strong, like I had met you before or I had known you in some other life.  I wanted desperately to get to know you but it would not have been fair

I had no close family, having divorced several years ago, and no children.  I was looking for a fresh start somewhere when I got the crushing news.  I was told I was dying and the doctors had given me one year at best. I had already chosen this house before I knew of my illness. I thought it would be a wonderful neighborhood to make new friends. I’m sure it was but I never wanted to be a burden on anyone so I kept my prognosis to myself.

I wish I had known you in this life.  I guess it just wasn’t meant to be.

See you next time around. 

Lori Cooper

Sam felt quite shaken as he put the letter down.  She had died. He was overcome with sadness.  Why hadn’t he tried harder to get to know her? He opened the box and inside was a smaller box in which was a gold heart on a chain.

On a small card it said…

“You stole my tender heart on the day I met you but I had to take it back. I leave you this in its place…L”

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Neighbor

Nondescript

Fuse

Tender

Cerulean

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Rendezvous

Rendezvous

Lightly falling rain
soaking her hair
Excited she moved quickly
Anticipating
Feeling the chill
of the night air

Branches hanging low
snagging her dress
Oblivious to the elements
Extremities turning numb
Her zealous thoughts
she could not repress

Sheltering under the trees
he saw her running
toward him
In all her beauty
even disheveled
she was stunning

Facing each other
he was reticent to speak
Holding back his words
reining in his actions
fearing the havoc
he might wreak

Looking into his eyes
she knew it was wrong
Her head lowered
in a shameful repose
She opened her eyes
but he had already gone

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Reticent

Zealous

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Cliffs

Cliffs

The sea was kissed
by the morning mist
Darkness tarried
as the sun struggled
to be set free

Standing atop the cliffs
a wild picture
of windblown
red hair likened to
the Flame tree

Cloak lifted by the wind
she scanned the horizon
searching for a sign
Praying he comes today
as was his decree

In the distance
she espies the sails
The ship moving at a clip
becoming clearer, getting nearer
bringing her the key

A flock of seagulls
Releasing its cacophony
Rose up around her
Its noise summoning
her sensually

Heart lifted from its
recessed pit
she mounts her steed
Galloping to the shoreline
sorrows vanish
once more carefree

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Cacophany

Summon

Sensual

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Verge

You are balancing
On the edge once more
Teetering on the brink
Where will it take you this time
I wonder as my heart again
Drops to the floor

On the verge of explosion
Paralyzed with fear
Will I pull you back
Or let you go
Even if to my detriment
Or do I brave a new frontier

Unpredictability is expected
There is always a blind side
Never seeing it coming
My heart gets attacked
Sometimes I wish for it
And that I would have died

Love going through a meat grinder
Pounded into shreds
What comes out is a mockery
It’s happening again
A relationship in tatters
Lives left in threads

Our nucleus unstable
The contact between us worn thin
Our love’s constellation
Imploding in space
Shattering into fragments
This life in a tailspin

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Nucleus

Contact

Constellation

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