Senryu My feelings matter I am a watered flower When you hold your words Copyright © 2020 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Daily Haiku – Mon. December 7, 2020
Tag: words
Daily Haiku – Sun. December 6, 2020
Senryu I’m feeling your love When you hold back on your words Allowing me to be Copyright © 2020 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
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 Image by Irina Gromovataya from Pixabay
Daily Haiku – Mon. August 17, 2020
Senryu Your surprising words Still linger in my head Forever painful Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Daily Haiku – Fri. May 15, 2020
Senryu Angry spoken words Can never be taken back and will leave deep wounds Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Daily Haiku – Fri. April 24, 2020
Senryu Your words are stinging and I will never forget how you made me feel Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Daily Haiku – Mon. April 13, 2020
Senryu Words spoken softly Both soothing and comforting Taking pain away Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Daily Haiku – Sun. March 29, 2020
Senryu
The last words you spoke
still live loudly in my ears
and will never die
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Daily Haiku – Sun. Aug. 11, 2019
Senryu
It does not matter
if my words are never heard
It's enough I spoke
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Words (2)
Words (2)
The pen is my instrument
And life my mentor
An extraordinary journey
Questioning what’s in store
A burgeoning dream
To heal our pain
Writing about fears
Sheltering from the rain
Exorcising demons
With our blood for ink
Pulling me back
From teetering on the brink
We may heal ourselves
From the wounds of misery
The pen is mightier than the sword
and it inflicts no injury
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
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