Bruised Sky

Bruised Sky

Looking upward
I see the blue-grey
evening sky
sprinkled
with peppered clouds
Beautiful 
in its color coordination
But reminding me
of the ugly secret
 
The creaminess
of my skin
mottled with
blue-grey bruises
getting darker
like the sky
turning purple
and yellow
like the sinking sun
 
The night comes
and envelops me
in its darkness
Suffocating
My own words
ringing in my ears
as usual
It is my fault
It is always my fault

 
Copyright (c) 2020 Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing
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Please Note:  This poem is not about me.  It is
written based on a conversation I had with someone
last week who is a survivor of domestic abuse.

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North versus South – A Tanka

North versus South

Northern Fall foliage
Resplendent colors of gold
Canadian Geese
Heading Southbound for winter
Where green palm trees fan hot air
Coldness forgotten


Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © 

in response to Frank Tassone’s Weekly
Haikai Challenge #159-160 - Fall Foliage
and/or Goose - Kari, Haiku, Senryu, Haibun
Tanka, Haiga, Renga
 
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