Blurred View
Seeing the broken pieces of what is left of this fractured life laying before me I am unable to make sense of what is happening Uncontrollable tears blur my view It matters not what is presented to me but how I feel inside my heart Did I feel it slipping through my fingers before it crashed to the floor? Did I miss the warning signs? I stare into the sky as the last light of dusk is fading Pink hues painted across the evening canvas A moment to pause and wonder at the beauty before me but it means nothing for I care no more Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © I response to Sue Vincent's weekly write/photo challenge D’Verse Poets Open Link Night hosted by Grace
“Pink hues painted across / the evening canvas” is a memorable description.
May there be a sunrise.
Yes indeed! ☺️
Such a sad poem.
Thank you Sue 😊
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A poignant piece penned precisely !
Thank you so much 🙂
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I tried but it said your blog was deleted 😔
Oh ! There might be some problem
There might be some problem. I am so sorry
I will check it
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Thank you. I liked Freedom from Binary very much 🙂
My pleasure
Keep reading my poems at times
I believe this whole virus pandemic is making people stop and examine their lives, what they have, what they need, what means something.
A good point. Yes we can all benefit from reflection ☺️
I have felt like this, devastated to the point of tears. Christine you write with deep emotion and empathy
Thank you Gina. Many of us have felt this way 😢
you express it so beautifully, and in an odd way it is so comforting to read that someone understand the same pain
Thank you my friend. It helps for us to share pain doesn’t it? ❤️
This is heartbreaking.
Thanks Sadje ☺️
You’re welcome 😉
Wow. Heart wrenching twist in the end.
Thank you Jay ☺️
You’re welcome, Christine!