Monochrome
Light filtering through
the gauze-like sky
Silvery white
against the black of trees
The water calm
on the surface of the lake
Mist clearing too slowly
in the cool of the breeze
The drilling of an early
morning woodpecker
In the distance
was the only sound
Surroundings reflective
of what is most times bleak
A monochrome life
where happiness drowned
Living in grey tones
of black mixed with white
No clear definition
or so it seems
Waiting in shadows
where the sun never shines
No smiling faces
Or technicolor dreams
Is it safer here?
Where regret
Does not call
And one just exists
Does the barometric pressure
Suppress all hope
Suffocating wishes
In some ironic twist?
Closeted in darkness
Innocuous to influences
of disappointment
Where pain cannot reach
Will that light under a bushel
Ever burn so bright?
Lighting the way
To an inevitable breach
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
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Good poem for the post.
Thank you for reading 🙂
my pleasure
As someone, who lives with chronic depression, I know this poem. all too well. It’s those small moments of brightness that makes life livable.
Yes Teresa. I’m so sorry. May there be more sunshine in your life ❤️ Thank you for reading
magnificent metaphors…
Thank you so much! 🙂
Yes this is true. Mundane and colorless 😕
I think the state of a monochrome life is exactly like this… being drained into grey.
Oh so heavy Christine. I did not think I would be able to stand out from under. Dark, but absolutely riveting. I couldn’t look away…
Thanks Rob. One of my prompts that day was “I shot the Sherrif” what would you have written?🙂
The greyness, is it safe, those eternal questions, uncertain, seeking.
Yes Paul, I think many find it safe 😢
Love your description of the monochrome life… Sounds like a life on Prozac!
It did read like that didn’t it? Lol 🤣
Yes, that is how it read to me!
Well it was about a depressed person … 😢
Lovely poetry.
Thank you so much! 🙂
I can just imagine this. I particularly like these lines:
Will that light under a bushel
Ever burn so bright?
Lighting the way
To an inevitable breach
Thank you so much! I appreciate it 🙂
Christine, this piece would also fit for the limbo prompt. It casts oppressive pall over a life that has become sterile in its safety, but with some contemplation for change letting a glimmer of light gleam from under the basket. Very well-done writing.
Thanks so much Lisa. Unfortunately there are people who prefer to hide away rather than stand in the sunshine and participate. They aren’t prepared to risk being hurt again. Sad really. 😢
“A monochrome life
where happiness drowned”
The line is so beautifully magnified as the poem continues.
Thank you Lillian 🙂
Nice lines: “Does the barometric pressure
Suppress all hope
Suffocating wishes”
Thank you Frank. Sometimes the barometric pressure does affect people in a negative way, 😢
Brilliant, Christine. That penultimate stana really got me for some reason.
Thank you so much Sue. I really appreciate your comments 🙂💕
Lovely poetry ❤️
Thanks Paula 🙂
A great take on the prompt.
Thanks Sadje 🙂💕
You’re welcome Christine