Wet Blanket

Grey, blanketed sky
mirroring the day’s mood
Dreary and dull
The sunshine of a smile
hidden by a depression
The inevitable rains come
Drowning sorrows
not before
the rays catch fire
Burning the clouds
and mixing a rainbow
Coloring a world
deprived of joy
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © 

Merril is hosting Monday Quadrille
at D'Verse Poets tonight and has 
prompted us with the word 'Blanket'
to be used as a noun, vern or adjective

A Quadrille is a poem of exactly
44 words excluding the title
 

26 thoughts on “Wet Blanket”

1. Beautiful poem Christine

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   1. Thank you Sadje 🥰

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      1. You’re welcome

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2. i like that this is a different take on ‘blanket’

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   1. Thank you! ☺️

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3. Engaging mixture of melancholy and color. Nice writing

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   1. Thanks Rob! I appreciate it.

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4. Your quadrille captures that melancholy wet blanket atmosphere, Christine. We’re having one like that today – again. I hope we have a rainbow at the end of it too.

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   1. Thanks Kim. Yes I do dislike that dreary feeling from dark, rainy days where the barometric pressure is so heavy. WishinG you sunshine and rainbows! ☺️

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5. kaykuala
   and mixing a rainbow
   Coloring a world

   The rain can be expected to make a difference for the better in the weather. Yes, Christine, it accentuates the golden colours of Autumn!

   Hank

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   1. Yes it does Hank. The rain helps everything grow and definitely colors our world. Thanks for reading ☺️

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6. I can really identify with the sentiments expressed here: we need all the rainbows we can find at the moment!

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   1. Thanks Ingrid. Yes we certainly do ☺️👍

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7. YUM> Rainbowlicious.

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   1. Thanks Ron. Rainbowlicious! What a great word ☺️

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8. Reminds me of a rainbow struggling through darkness, trying to get out.

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   1. Yes, the message is that there is always a rainbow, we just don’t always see it ☺️

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9. The grief of a northern winter arrested by a rainbow, I really love that line – “burning the clouds” stirs my heart.

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   1. Paul, thank you so much for your kind words. I always have headaches on days that are ‘blanketed’ by grey clouds. The barometric pressure always gets to me. Thank goodness I live somewhere where we do get a lot of sunshine so those days are few and far between ☺️👍

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10. “mixing a rainbow
    Coloring a world
    deprived of joy”

    Sometimes seeing the color and beauty is enough to raise one’s spirits a bit. Lovely poem.

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    1. Thank you so much. Yes Merril, he rainbow is always there on those days. We just don’t always see it but believing it is helpful ☺️

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11. I think such a rainbow saves lives

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    1. Agreed. Thanks for reading Bjorn

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12. Love this especially; “the inevitable rains come drowning sorrows.” 💝

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    1. Thank you Sanaa 🥰

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