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 ©
Word Prompts
I am haunted by your words
That lay heavy on my heart
We are only as strong
as the miles between us
Destined to be apart
There is a sense of dislocation
I am an empty vessel
With all the hangover
and none of the buzz
All these things I wrestle
Reflecting on our last night
Sitting in the park by the lake
The color of your eyes
In the moonlight
I melted like a snowflake
I was dancing on air
Until you laid out your plan
You were leaving me
Never to return
I am now a solitary man
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day – #10 Dancing on Air
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Your words are
fireworks in my mind
Exciting and scintillating
Lying and devious
Manipulative yet sincere
You’re a word jockey, one of a kind
Declarations stroking me
Like a feather
Tantalizing and erotic
Sweet and sensual
Sometimes reticent
Changing like the weather
I’m confused by you
But I yearn for happiness
I like the way it feels
You are believable
I have no doubt
It is just your cockiness
Fooling myself
Ignoring the flashing beacon
Living in a fairy tale
Of my own making
Blinded by you charm
Allowing myself to weaken
You shower me with your whispers
Falling on me like autumn foliage
But between the floating leaves
I can see you with her
Is a comeback possible for me
Or am I now your spoilage
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day for October – Prompt: Insecurity
Whisper in my
shell-like ear
speak to me
words of love
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Weekend writing prompt #72 from Sammi Cox – 12 words
The sound of your voice
Lingers in my head
Your words carved in stone
Like a gravestone for the dead
Breath caught between
My lungs and throat
Leaving me speechless
With no sound to emote
Encircling me as you fire
your ammunition
Not yet triumphant
Until my dissolution
Vex until prey exhausted
Seeing the fear in my eyes
Continue your blasting
Ever a reason to chastise
Always the possibility
Your feelings would turn
Ultimately rejecting me
Like the proverbial worm
An irritation to your delicate self
My face no longer fits your picture
I’m not stroking your ego
Nor resembling your descriptor
Drowning my livelihood
In the sea of your discontent
Regarded as your property
Finding a way to circumvent
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
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The monster reared
his head once more
His flaming mouth
scorching my words
before they became sound
I lay singed and tortured
while he continued with
his flaring assault
Blinding anger has taken
over his body
I am melting on the ground
Silenced by his cruelty
helpless and unable
to stand up to him
I save my words in my mind
they will not be forgotten
One day I will be able to expound
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge Week #49 Monster
This time I will not buckle
My head is held high
I don’t have to listen to
Your angry words
That cause me to cry
This time I will succeed
I will stand up to you
No more make up
This time we break up
I cannot see this through
This time I will not give you
A platform on which to strand
You play both the victim
And the dictator
Delivering a back hand
This time I will not duck
Your words disguised as knives
I deflect them fearlessly
No scars this time
This cat has many lives
This time you’re not the man I love
You are someone unrecognizable
Nasty, accusatory and untruthful
Spewing your aggression
My pain is undeniable
This time it is different
I bear no fault for your behavior
Arrogance unbecoming
I am striving for freedom
Look elsewhere for a savior
This time I look ahead
Old feelings are obsolete
Eyes front and center
There’s no looking back
This chapter is now complete
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
Originally the brain child of A Guy Called Bloke , I thank Kristian from Tales from the Mind of Kristian for inviting me to participate in another 3-2-1 Challenge. Please check out his site and read some super short stories and poems.
The Rules of the Challenge are as follows:
Thank the Selector
Post 2 quotes for the dedicated Topic of the Day.
Select 3 bloggers to take part in ‘3.2.1 Quote Me!’
Just a few days ago, July 17, was World Emoji Day so today’s 3-2-1 Challenge Word “Expression” was timely. Love them or hate them, we all seem to use them!
When we used to write real letters, they were heartfelt and our words were used wisely so there was no misunderstanding. We cherished them, reread them, tied them in ribbons and saved them in shoeboxes. I still have some of mine and spent an hour a few weeks ago going through them again. It made for a very special moment bringing back lots of memories.
These days, unfortunately, we rarely write letters on paper. We squash our words into emails, texts and twitter, limiting what we actually want to say. Just to be sure we don’t upset, offend or hurt the recipient of the literary masterpiece, we add emojis here and there to express ourselves so they will hopefully understand our social media shorthand. I am as guilty of it as anyone else but I think it’s really quite 😥.
Being a tactile person I have always enjoyed paper, books, written materials, that I can touch and smell, and loved writing and receiving letters. Fortunately I still can do that. I hope they don’t disappear too soon!
Here are a couple of expressions, not emojis, that amuse me and I share them with you.
I nominate the following bloggers.
This is challenge of choice and you do not have to respond by any deadline or you don’t have to participate at all.
It’s all just good fun! 😊👍✌️
Enjoy your day!
Christine
Fight
I choose no fight
Portraying only composure
When you are less than happy
I feel trapped in this enclosure
Nothing can lift your darkness
No matter how I endeavor
Angry at the world
Aiming at whomever
Your words delivered
With such fervor
Those that hear them
Display a shiver
Eyes blinded in rage
Not seeing where your words fall
Nothing can stop this onslaught
We are heading for a brawl
My only defense is offence
Fight is necessary to survive
You’ve put me in a corner
There is no time to contrive
I will come out swinging
It is the only way I know
Whose voice is louder
Such pain to bestow
The battle of words continues
There are no winners or losers
It continues for several days
This championship of accusers
A road to nowhere
Why do we insist on going
Taking us down the dark path
The destination unknowing
When will it end
For it most surely should
I am all cried out now
It has done neither of us any good
Christine Bolton
Word of the Day Challenge Fervor
Join me in taking words of wisdom directly from the heart to create healing poetry. Our thoughts become our words and our words are our strength. Both give us the power to overcome whatever stands in our way. I hope you enjoy my new avenue of creativity and adventure.