Senryu His eyes black as coal Mysterious and haunting Mesmerizing me Copyright © 2020 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Daily Haiku – Sat. November 28, 2020
Tag: black
Daily Haiku – Thu. October 1, 2020
Senryu Grey is the color of your continued sadness Slowly turning black Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Black is Black
Black is Black
Awakened by thunder on a grey and dreary morning
I wished for a blackness to consume me
For today there would be no sun with the dawning
Another day questioning why this had to be
In the depths of my soul there is a bleakness
Where I can often choose to stay and hide
The thrill of the anguish suffered in its starkness
Excites me, as would a masochist, going to the dark side
I punish myself for the blackness of my heart
For I have caused pain to those who loved me
There is no shade of grey on this color chart
In my jaded life only black, as black as black could be
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Anmol (alias HA) is hosting D'Verse Poets
tonight and has prompted us with the word 'Black'
Word of the Day - Jaded
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Game On
Just a game to you
You played because you could
Your unfiltered words and actions
a green light to those who contained
their hatred
No thought or dedication
or ability to multitask
Let alone read
Communication skills nonexistent
Your statistics will be great indeed
Destined for the history books
Headlining
The Biggest loser of all time
You are the antithesis of a hero
Orange is the new black
and you will wear it well
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
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Gone
Gone
No more black and white
Just shadows of grey
Direction is no longer clear
Since you went away
Numerous times
I question why
You left so suddenly
But never a reply
A ghost like presence
Where you once were
Never again
To darken my door
Your essence everywhere
Woven into my life
Carrying it in my body
Twisting against the knife
Your voice lingering
In the empty room
Not answering my words
Nothing left to exhume
Bravado my new guise
Not wishing to show anguish
Reflexive responses
In my misery I languish
A sense of foreboding
You will never return
Life with you
I will have to unlearn
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
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Contrary
Contrary
I say black
You say white
You’re strange, I joke
Vehemently offended
You respond with spite
Always outraged
Forever the victim
The aggressor jumps down my throat
Robbing my mouth of words
As if his was the hand bitten
Walking in a minefield
Paralyzed in space
Not knowing where to tread
Gingerly stepping
Memories to efface
Behavior contrary
No grey area
To meet in the middle
Just you versus me
Provocative hysteria
The battle is fought
A winner has to prevail
Harmony is lost
Never in your wheelhouse
Sanity does fail
Who do you see
When you look at me
An adversary or lover
Someone to bait
Or someone who might agree
What is important to you
Is it the fight to be right
Winning the ultimate prize
Victorious in the onslaught
Risking the opponent’s flight
Christine Bolton