Finding Your Words
When my words
are suppressed
and not permitted
to be spoken
I have been silenced
They remain stuck
deep in my throat
until I choke
and sputter
My voice unheard
Who speaks for me?
My words
must be heard
Without them
I am nothing
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
De Jackson (aka Whimsy Gizmo) is hosting
Monday Quadrille at D'Verse tonight
Tonights prompt is Voice
A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words
excluding the title
In the wake of your furor
I come up for air
breathing it deep
into my lungs
until the oxygen
calms my brain
and I can think
clearly again
I remain inconspicuous
on the perimeter of your
struggle for sense
Here I can observe
your body language
and know that this
is on you, not me
and I owe no apology
Sorry will never
be uttered as it
is never felt
Words will be knitted
in a pattern to obscure
and hide the truth
This is your way
Forever justified
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts
Knit - WotD
Wake - RDP
Inconspicuous - FOWC
Up - Daily Addictions
Book Prompt
The Body is not an Apology - Go Dog Go Cafe
Promote Mondays - Go Dog Go Cafe
Image by engin akyurt from Pixabay
Through the layers
of your mind
I sometimes see hope
Hidden between the anger
and hurt that you cling to
refusing to let go
But it is weak
starved of nourishment
Ignored, in favor
of the animosity you harbor
Your life blood, you think
Yet it drains your existence
I wait and wish
for its survival
because then I might
be able to stay, forever
However, if you ignore it,
then I too will die
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompt:
Layer - FOWC
Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay
I almost chose this song a couple of weeks ago as my theme song for a movie, The Graduate. However, Mrs. Robinson, by Simon and Garfunkel, fit the challenge for Song Lyric Sunday this week as it mentions someone famous. Former NY Yankee, Joe DiMaggio.
Regarding the famous line, “Where have you gone Joe DiMaggio?”: DiMaggio was a star baseball player for the New York Yankees who was briefly married to Marilyn Monroe. Simon was using him to represent heroes of the past. DiMaggio was a little miffed when he heard this, since he was still very much alive even though he retired from baseball in 1951, but he realized that he had become a new icon now with the baby boomer generation due to this song’s success.
Simon, who is a huge fan of The Yankees, explained in a 1990 interview with SongTalk magazine: “The Joe DiMaggio line was written right away in the beginning. And I don’t know why or where it came from. It seems so strange, like it didn’t belong in that song and then, I don’t know, it was so interesting to us that we just kept it. So it’s one of the most well-known lines that I’ve ever written.”
Paul Simon was a much bigger fan of Mickey Mantle than Joe DiMaggio. On The Dick Cavett Show, Simon was asked by Mantle why he wasn’t mentioned in the song instead of DiMaggio. Simon replied, “It’s about syllables, Mick. It’s about how many beats there are.”
When DiMaggio died in 1999, it was a very emotional event for many baseball fans who grew up watching him play. The part of this song that mentions him summed of the feelings of many people who felt there was no one left to look up to. Simon wrote an editorial about DiMaggio in The New York Times shortly after his death.
Lyrics
Mrs. Robinson
Simon & Garfunkel
And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know
Whoa, whoa, whoa
God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files
We'd like to help you learn to help yourself
Look around you all you see are sympathetic eyes
Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home
And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know
Whoa, whoa, whoa
God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hide it in the hiding place where no one ever goes
Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes
It's a little secret just the Robinson's affair
Most of all you've got to hide it from the kids
Koo-koo-ka-choo, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know
Whoa, whoa, whoa
God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon
Going to the candidates' debate
Laugh about it, shout about it
When you've got to choose
Every way you look at this you lose
Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio?
Our nation turns its lonely eyes to you
Woo, woo, woo
What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson?
Jolting Joe has left and gone away
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Paul Simon
Mrs. Robinson lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Does the marriage end
when all respect
for the other is gone
When selfishness rules
kindness forgotten
The battle is never won
Where did this all begin
Forgetting there are two
in a marriage, not one
One gives, the other takes
and takes and takes more
When all is said and done
Taking care of you every day
not that you ever notice
Always too quick to deny
Too absorbed with yourself
to see what I might need
There is no good in goodbye
When the love has gone
There is no point in staying
Our opinions differ too much
on this contentious matter
No one is listening anymore
Using the other as a crutch
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts
Where SoCS
Differ - FOWC
The milky moon
shines a delicate light
through clouds of gauze
this balmy summer night
The rain from earlier
still puddled on the ground
The night had become still
with barely a sound
A caterwauling feline on a fence
Hatchlings safe in their nest
A hooting owl high in a tree
Hungry baby on mother’s breast
The day comes to an end
with everyone in their place
Time to rest before returning
with the night’s grace
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts
Delicate - WotD
Return - RDP
Nest - FOWC
Image by Larisa Koshkina from Pixabay
Sometimes I wonder
if this is part of a
wicked plan to confuse
What was up is now down
Your language foreign
It does not amuse
What I see as black
you claim is white
This you I don’t recognize
Snipping and sniping
always unpredictable
bringing tears to my eyes
I feel a cloud of discontent
shadowing what was once
pure and honest
Is this some kind of sham?
What have you become?
It’s not what you promised
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts
Tear - WotD
Sham -RDP
Grace is hosting D'Verse Poets Open Link Night
Image by DavidRockDesign from Pixabay
I think we would all agree with this statement! I wonder how much time we’ve spent just watching the seconds count down on every YouTube video.
Have a great Wednesday!
In response to Linda G. Hill’s One Liner Wednesday
The road seems less clear
when standing so far away
Daunting and dark
thick with fog
but what does it portray?
Fear of the unknown
Darkness and mystery
Yet a road going forward
Not a path back
into history
The journey is the prize
Taking the first step brave
Travelling unburdened
Leaving anxiety behind
Refusing be its slave
No mountains to climb
Or rocks to chip away
Pathway uncluttered
Misty and unknowing
Your future’s causeway
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Sue Vincent's Write/Photo Challenge - Destination
Word Prompts:
Mountain - Daily Addictions
Chip - WotD
Go Dog Go Promote Mondays
Paula, from Light Motifs II and Amir from Notes had suggested emailing Tygpress.com to demand they remove my content from their site. They responded to the email claiming my site had been removed. On checking, I saw they had only removed Fandango‘s graphic. I complained again and this morning they sent an email that said “removed, please check”
This is the message on their site today. Good news!
Tygpress.com is temporarily out of service due to technical issues. will be back soon…Tygpress.com was created with an intention to create a blog search site , but due to some techical issues, full contents of respective sites were being displayed instead of just excerpts as intended. We thank the complainants for bringing this issue to our notice and We are extremely sorry to the content owners.
Thank you to those Bloggers who took this seriously. It worked.
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