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 thoughts on “No Contest”

1. Dark clouds of discontent! Great poem

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   1. Thanks my friend 🙂💕

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      1. You’re welcome 😉

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2. I so love the flow 😀 thanks for joining in Christine

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   1. Always my pleasure Bush Boy ☺️💕 Thank you!

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

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

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4. 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…

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   1. Thanks Scott. I really appreciate it 🙂

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5. Some powerful imagery here and the discontent is dark.

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   1. Thank you so much 🙂

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6. Lovely flow and powerful spirit!💕🙂

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   1. Thanks dear Punam 🥰

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7. wonderful Christine

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   1. Thank you Di 🥰

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      1. you’re welcome

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

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   1. Thanks Jude. That means a lot to me. 🥰

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      1. My pleasure 🌼💛

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

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

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    1. Yes! Why is that? 🙂

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       1. 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

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

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       3. The rumblings of discord…

          Each Day a Gift

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

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

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       6. Haha! No harm done Dwight 🥰

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11. 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.” 💝💝

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    1. Thank you so much! 😊🥰

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

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    1. Thank you very much Mish 🙂

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14. Hold dearly to that rainbow.

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    1. I will 😊👍

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15. Brilliant

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    1. Thanks my friend 🙂💕

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

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    1. Indeed it can 😕

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17. I do like this Christine but it is so sad 💜

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

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       1. Yes indeed it does 💜

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