No Contest

No Contest

It hangs there 
in the space
above you
Like a threatening
storm cloud
that sits menacingly
above the horizon
as the sun bids
its final farewell
 
A brewing tempest
of discontent
throwing shadows
on happiness
and harmony
Knowing a fearful
torrent of anger
will be released
in a violent deluge
 
A rainbow will 
appear only to
show its bright colors
for an instant
before they run
into a watery grave
The sweetness
of the day will
be forever soured

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Written for:

Sue Vincent's Weekly Write/Photo

Word Prompts

Space - RDP
Sweet - Word of the Day

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  42 comments for “No Contest

  1. July 29, 2020 at 3:06 am

    I do like this Christine but it is so sad 💜

    • Christine Bolton
      July 29, 2020 at 9:35 am

      Thanks Willow. Yes a little sad, but then we are all sad sometimes. Writing just helps us through it.

      • July 29, 2020 at 10:33 am

        Yes indeed it does 💜

  2. July 26, 2020 at 2:44 pm

    A storm of anger can ruin any day. (K)

    • Christine Bolton
      July 26, 2020 at 4:54 pm

      Indeed it can 😕

  3. July 25, 2020 at 1:45 pm

    Brilliant

    • Christine Bolton
      July 25, 2020 at 10:38 pm

      Thanks my friend 🙂💕

  4. July 25, 2020 at 12:51 pm

    Hold dearly to that rainbow.

    • Christine Bolton
      July 25, 2020 at 10:39 pm

      I will 😊👍

  5. July 25, 2020 at 12:37 pm

    Sounds like a tumultuous situation, hopefully one to be avoided. The imagery worked very well for the contrasts of emotions and environments.

    • Christine Bolton
      July 25, 2020 at 10:42 pm

      Thank you very much Mish 🙂

  6. sanaarizvi
    July 24, 2020 at 8:22 pm

    This is so evocative! Especially like; “A rainbow will appear only to show its bright colors for an instant before they run into a watery grave.” 💝💝

    • Christine Bolton
      July 24, 2020 at 11:45 pm

      Thank you so much! 😊🥰

  7. July 24, 2020 at 8:07 pm

    It is sad how all the rumblings of discord are stealing our rainbows along with the pot of gold!

    • Christine Bolton
      July 24, 2020 at 11:46 pm

      Yes! Why is that? 🙂

      • July 25, 2020 at 10:00 am

        We never seem to learn from our past.
        I am taking this line from your poem for inspiration for todays poem on my blog… Thank you.
        Dwight

      • Christine Bolton
        July 25, 2020 at 10:23 am

        Thanks Dwight. I’m honored. Which line is that? 🙂

      • July 25, 2020 at 10:45 am

        The rumblings of discord…
        https://rothpoetry.wordpress.com/2020/07/25/each-day-a-gift/

      • Christine Bolton
        July 25, 2020 at 11:34 am

        Thanks Dwight ☺️ Isn’t it amazing how one word can inspire us to write something else.

      • July 25, 2020 at 11:43 am

        Sometimes just a word or a few lines can click and inspire! Thank you !!

      • Christine Bolton
        July 25, 2020 at 11:44 am

        Haha! No harm done Dwight 🥰

  8. Beverly Crawford
    July 24, 2020 at 3:17 pm

    Ominous The knowing is almost as traumatic as the event. The rainbow is a temporary respite, but perhaps it lends strength.

  9. July 24, 2020 at 2:54 pm

    Wow Christine. So vivid and poignant. Loved this 💙❣️

    • Christine Bolton
      July 24, 2020 at 4:01 pm

      Thanks Jude. That means a lot to me. 🥰

      • July 24, 2020 at 4:17 pm

        My pleasure 🌼💛

  10. July 24, 2020 at 1:33 pm

    wonderful Christine

    • Christine Bolton
      July 24, 2020 at 4:01 pm

      Thank you Di 🥰

  11. July 24, 2020 at 9:44 am

    Lovely flow and powerful spirit!💕🙂

    • Christine Bolton
      July 24, 2020 at 9:59 am

      Thanks dear Punam 🥰

  12. July 24, 2020 at 7:48 am

    Some powerful imagery here and the discontent is dark.

    • Christine Bolton
      July 24, 2020 at 9:58 am

      Thank you so much 🙂

  13. scotthastiepoet
    July 24, 2020 at 3:37 am

    Powerful write that really delivers for me Christine. I found the last stanza especially strong with the idea of the rainbow’s transitory colours son running away into a watery grave… Lovely writing and conjured image…

    • Christine Bolton
      July 24, 2020 at 9:58 am

      Thanks Scott. I really appreciate it 🙂

  14. July 24, 2020 at 1:47 am

    This reinds me of going home to an abusive realtionship… that first verse captures that fear.

    • Christine Bolton
      July 24, 2020 at 9:57 am

      Yes that’s what I was aiming for. Thanks Sue

  15. July 23, 2020 at 11:10 pm

    I so love the flow 😀 thanks for joining in Christine

    • Christine Bolton
      July 23, 2020 at 11:29 pm

      Always my pleasure Bush Boy ☺️💕 Thank you!

  16. July 23, 2020 at 10:07 pm

    Dark clouds of discontent! Great poem

    • Christine Bolton
      July 23, 2020 at 11:29 pm

      Thanks my friend 🙂💕

      • July 23, 2020 at 11:43 pm

        You’re welcome 😉

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