lynnettebolton_photography

lynnettebolton_photography Pure & simple beauty,
that all of us can view. Nature holds her doorways,
for us to wander through. Self taught poet, photographer & editor.

Chronic pain/PBC Warrior
Our beautiful world. I’m based in Lincolnshire, UK.

And peace arrives the moment youStop asking others to make you whole,Stop placing all your happinessInside another perso...
05/06/2026

And peace arrives the moment you
Stop asking others to make you whole,
Stop placing all your happiness
Inside another person’s soul.
©️LW
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The War Inside of MeSome nights I fight the pull of sleep,Though every bone begs me to rest,Like stubborn children guard...
28/05/2026

The War Inside of Me

Some nights I fight the pull of sleep,
Though every bone begs me to rest,
Like stubborn children guarding light
Against the dark within their chest.

I tell myself, “Just one more hour,”
One final thought, one final song,
As if the silence waits to steal
The only place where I belong.

I ache for space, for quiet rooms,
For all the world to disappear,
Yet feel abandoned by the hush
The moment no one else is near.

I am a storm that shifts too fast,
A heart that bruises far too deep,
A mind that circles every word
Long after others fall asleep.

Some days I know myself too well,
Can read each fracture, fear, and lie,
Then other days I lose my shape
And wonder who the hell am I.

I speak in kindness to the world,
Yet turn against myself instead,
With sharpened words I’d never place
Inside another person’s head.

“You stupid fool.”
“You selfish thing.”
The poison rises quick and wild,
As though the only way to cope
Is to destroy the aching child.

But maybe I was never made
To hold emotions soft and slow,
Perhaps my nervous system learned
To feel too much, too fast, and so—

I became someone split in two,
Both desperate for touch and desperate for flight,
A soul still begging to be seen
While hiding safely out of sight.

And though I call myself a mess,
Or feel too broken to explain,
I think beneath the noise there lives
A weary heart worn down by pain.

Not evil.
Not beyond repair.
Not some mistake beyond all worth,
Just someone trying to survive
Inside a mind still bound to earth.

So if I stumble, rage, or fall,
If shame still pulls me underneath,
Perhaps I need more gentleness
Than punishment disguised as grief.

Because the truth beneath it all,
The part I still struggle to see,
Is maybe I have fought this hard
Because there’s something worth saving in me.
©️LW

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Beyond the MirrorSometimes I stare into the mirrorAnd wonder if the face is truly me,Or just the shape this world create...
28/05/2026

Beyond the Mirror

Sometimes I stare into the mirror
And wonder if the face is truly me,
Or just the shape this world created
Around the soul I’m meant to be.

And somewhere past the silver glass,
I like to think another world exists —
One untouched by war or hunger,
No bombs, no guns, no poisoned fists.

A place where nature leads the rhythm,
Where every life is treated sacred still,
And kindness flows through every soul
Without the need to fear or kill.

Perhaps that world is not so distant,
Not hidden far beyond the sky,
But waiting quietly within us
The moment hate is laid aside. 💛
©️LW
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Keep Wonder AliveThey tell us what is false or true,What should be feared, what we should do,Yet history whispers throug...
28/05/2026

Keep Wonder Alive

They tell us what is false or true,
What should be feared, what we should do,
Yet history whispers through the years
That certainty can mask our fears.

Some trust the headlines, neat and bright,
Some search for shadows in the night,
Some swear the answers all are known,
Yet truth dislikes a rigid throne.

For every fact we proudly claim,
Another age may change its name,
And many things once thought absurd
Became accepted, seen and heard.

The earth once stood at heaven’s heart,
Until new eyes revealed a part
Of something wider, strange and vast,
A lesson not to cling too fast.

So question gently, question well,
But do not build a prison cell
From every theory, fear or doubt,
Then lock all other voices out.

Keep scepticism by your side,
Yet leave a little room beside
For mystery’s uncharted sea,
And all we do not yet perceive.

For minds can close from either end,
The blind believer and the friend
Who mocks all wonder from the start,
Both place a curtain on the heart.

The wisest souls I’ve come to know
Are not the ones who claim to know,
But those who stand beneath the skies
With open ears and questioning eyes.

Perhaps the world is stranger still
Than any book or expert will
Completely map or comprehend
Before our fleeting journeys end.

So seek the truth where’er it leads,
Past loud opinions, fears and creeds,
And never let your wonder cease
For curiosity brings peace.

For whether answers prove quite small
Or something vast beyond us all,
The greatest gift that we can keep
Is not belief—

But minds that leap.

— Lynnette Ward
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From One MotherBefore the maps were drawn in ink,Before the flags were flown,Before we learned to build our wallsAnd cla...
28/05/2026

From One Mother

Before the maps were drawn in ink,
Before the flags were flown,
Before we learned to build our walls
And claim the earth our own,

There walked beneath a wider sky
A family, small and few,
Who gathered round the selfsame fire
As ancient starlight grew.

From one beginning life unfurled,
Like branches from a tree,
Spreading slowly through the world
Across each land and sea.

The colour of our skin may shift
Beneath a different sun,
Yet every beating heart still speaks
The language of the one.

We ache for love, for safety, peace,
For laughter, home and bread,
We fear our losses, mourn our dead,
And dream our dreams in bed.

So let us meet with open eyes,
Not blinded by old fear,
For every stranger’s story bears
A soul not far from here.

For all the miles that lie between,
The truth remains the same:
We are brothers, we are sisters,
Just wearing different names.
©️LW
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The Quiet Magic of WaterWater whispers soft and lowIn silver streams that gently flow,Through mossy stones and roots of ...
27/04/2026

The Quiet Magic of Water

Water whispers soft and low
In silver streams that gently flow,
Through mossy stones and roots of trees,
It sings its secrets on the breeze.

It paints the sky in mirrored light,
Turns dawn to gold and dusk to white,
And dances where the rivers bend —
A timeless song without an end.

It falls as rain on thirsty land,
A gift no heart can quite command,
Each drop a world, so clear, so small,
Yet strong enough to shape us all.

It carves the mountains, smooths the shore
With patient hands forevermore,
No hurried step, no forceful claim —
Yet nothing ever stays the same.

It cools the brow and soothes the mind,
A quiet healer, soft and kind,
In every tear, in every sea,
It holds the pulse of mystery.

Moonlight shimmers on its skin,
A silent magic held within,
A fleeting form, yet always true,
Reflecting life in every hue.

So when you hear its gentle call,
Remember you are part of all,
For every drop within your frame
Has known the stars… and earth the same.
©️LW
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💖 Childhood Memories 💖Riding down the road,Without a single care,Laughing as we went with our feet up in the air.If we ...
22/05/2025

💖 Childhood Memories 💖

Riding down the road,
Without a single care,
Laughing as we went with our feet up in the air.
If we weren’t on our bikes we were running free,
or we’d be on our roller skates ,
It was always just you and me.
You were always having to go get help,
And never ever did you moan.
Which was really lucky,
Because well! I was so accident prone.
Regularly, I was in A&E and had bandages on my knees,
You would come on over and we’d play my little ponies.
We had Space Hoppers, skipping ropes, yo-yos and Rainbow Brights,
An Etch a Sketch a Speak and Spell and sometimes pillow fights.
Every day came with new adventures,
Even if we ended up in the park,
Or there were picnics in the woods and hide and seek in the dark.
Our imaginations were highly active,
We rarely had nothing to do.
We made up our own dance routines and we made our own outfits too.
We jumped from sofa to sofa,
Do I hear you say “what for?”
We didn’t want to be eaten by the crocodile,
So of course we stayed away from the floor.
We made perfume from rose petals and water,
It smelled awfully bad...
And we gave it to our mum’s,
Who pretended they were glad.
We lived in a council estate in a steel industrial town,
But we just loved sitting on the bars,
And swinging upside down.
On cold days we made indoor dens,
with whatever we could find,
towels, old blankets and pegs,
whatever our mothers didn’t mind.
We spent hours in our dens,
because we loved to play,
we were always very reluctant to clear things up at the end of the day.
Hours passed like minutes,
And sunny weeks often felt like a phase.
We thoroughly enjoyed our make believe, in our imaginative childhood days… 💖
©️Lynnette Ward

WinterWe all know it’s winter,when we are wearing two sets of clothes,plus two sets of socks, And yet we still can’t fee...
03/03/2025

Winter

We all know it’s winter,
when we are wearing two sets of clothes,
plus two sets of socks,
And yet we still can’t feel our toes.

Our beds are so snug and warm,
so warm, we don’t want to move,
and when we force ourselves,
our bodies don’t approve.

I’ve decided I’m returning as a grizzly bear.
Hang on a minute, take hold!
Never again having to shave,
and I get to hibernate when it’s cold.

Or I think I’ll be a pussycat,
who loves to run and play.
maybe I’ll lay besides the fire,
and sleep all of the day.

Just maybe I’ll be a bird,
and get to soar into the sky,
I won’t care about the winter,
Just as long as I get to fly.

When I come to think of it,
I have a feeling that I’ll be back again,
I haven’t learnt my lesson,
And I’m not sure if I can stay sane.

We know we need this cold spell,
We understand nature needs its rest.
But, come on summer we are waiting…
you know we love you best!
Lynnette Ward©️

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Among infinite possibilitiesanything is possible…^^^^^^
01/03/2025

Among infinite possibilities
anything is possible…

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Letting Go 🎈All of the stuff, the chaos the fear.The continual information that is never truly clear.Comes from those re...
01/03/2025

Letting Go 🎈

All of the stuff, the chaos the fear.
The continual information that is never truly clear.
Comes from those rectangular devices you hold in your hand, Or the one in your room that sits on a stand.
It’s a continual throw away society, always needing new.
Many things don’t last a year,
You’re lucky if it’s two.
We’ve been dragged into the chaos, We’ve been forced into a trap.
We cannot even decipher any truth, from the complete and utter crap!
And yet when we wonder through nature, We feel our mind and body thrive, Everything has its place and we are grateful to be alive.
For we search the forest
It wasn’t there... even in the winter, when the trees were bare.
We search the fields, no mention there too.
Just the odd tree or maybe a few.
We searched the beach, again, not a thing, but we did get to hear The ocean sing.
We searched the mountains there was nothing in the air,
It was here we let go, and learnt not to care...
- Lynnette Ward ©

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