Monochrome – Poem of the Month – May 2019

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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  34 comments for “Monochrome – Poem of the Month – May 2019

  1. May 2, 2019 at 3:47 pm

    A great take on the prompt.

    • Christine Bolton
      May 2, 2019 at 3:59 pm

      Thanks Sadje 🙂💕

      • May 2, 2019 at 7:45 pm

        You’re welcome Christine

  2. May 2, 2019 at 3:49 pm

    Lovely poetry ❤️

    • Christine Bolton
      May 2, 2019 at 7:17 pm

      Thanks Paula 🙂

  3. May 2, 2019 at 4:00 pm

    Brilliant, Christine. That penultimate stana really got me for some reason.

    • Christine Bolton
      May 2, 2019 at 7:15 pm

      Thank you so much Sue. I really appreciate your comments 🙂💕

  4. May 2, 2019 at 4:16 pm

    Nice lines: “Does the barometric pressure
    Suppress all hope
    Suffocating wishes”

    • Christine Bolton
      May 2, 2019 at 7:17 pm

      Thank you Frank. Sometimes the barometric pressure does affect people in a negative way, 😢

  5. May 2, 2019 at 4:48 pm

    “A monochrome life
    where happiness drowned”
    The line is so beautifully magnified as the poem continues.

    • Christine Bolton
      May 2, 2019 at 7:13 pm

      Thank you Lillian 🙂

  6. May 2, 2019 at 4:53 pm

    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.

    • Christine Bolton
      May 2, 2019 at 7:13 pm

      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. 😢

  7. May 2, 2019 at 6:46 pm

    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

    • Christine Bolton
      May 2, 2019 at 7:10 pm

      Thank you so much! I appreciate it 🙂

  8. May 2, 2019 at 7:03 pm

    Lovely poetry.

    • Christine Bolton
      May 2, 2019 at 7:09 pm

      Thank you so much! 🙂

  9. May 2, 2019 at 11:00 pm

    Love your description of the monochrome life… Sounds like a life on Prozac!

    • Christine Bolton
      May 2, 2019 at 11:31 pm

      It did read like that didn’t it? Lol 🤣

      • May 3, 2019 at 9:03 am

        Yes, that is how it read to me!

      • Christine Bolton
        May 3, 2019 at 9:04 am

        Well it was about a depressed person … 😢

  10. May 3, 2019 at 10:47 am

    The greyness, is it safe, those eternal questions, uncertain, seeking.

    • Christine Bolton
      May 3, 2019 at 11:17 am

      Yes Paul, I think many find it safe 😢

  11. May 4, 2019 at 5:38 am

    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…

    • Christine Bolton
      May 4, 2019 at 8:04 am

      Thanks Rob. One of my prompts that day was “I shot the Sherrif” what would you have written?🙂

  12. May 4, 2019 at 10:00 am

    I think the state of a monochrome life is exactly like this… being drained into grey.

  13. Christine Bolton
    May 4, 2019 at 12:07 pm

    Yes this is true. Mundane and colorless 😕

  14. May 4, 2019 at 2:15 pm

    magnificent metaphors…

    • Christine Bolton
      May 4, 2019 at 2:46 pm

      Thank you so much! 🙂

  15. therisa
    May 4, 2019 at 3:25 pm

    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.

    • Christine Bolton
      May 4, 2019 at 6:28 pm

      Yes Teresa. I’m so sorry. May there be more sunshine in your life ❤️ Thank you for reading

  16. May 9, 2019 at 6:42 am

    Good poem for the post.

    • Christine Bolton
      May 9, 2019 at 8:39 am

      Thank you for reading 🙂

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