Monochrome – Poem of the Month – May 2019

Posted byChristine BoltonPosted inBlog, Pain/Sadness, Poem of the MonthTags:, , ,

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

 
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Published by Christine Bolton

I have been writing poetry since I was a child and it has helped in the good times and bad times. I am always looking within to find the answers to life's problems and to write thought-provoking poetry and prose. Thanks for checking it out. Christine

34 thoughts on “Monochrome – Poem of the Month – May 2019”

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

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  6. 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.

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    1. 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. 😢

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  11. 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…

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

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  15. 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.

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

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