
Senryu Sadness consuming The darkest before the dawn Replaced by sunshine Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Senryu Sadness consuming The darkest before the dawn Replaced by sunshine Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Senryu Her tears had fallen Like willows next to water Sadness had consumed Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Closeness of two bodies Huddled in chilly night air Promises whispered in white smoke breath Impending separation Daunting, destroying ~ Togetherness uncertain ~ Stolen love has a price to pay Lying to one, lying to all Saying what has been said to another is second-hand love Impure and sullied Unhappiness, loneliness Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Merril is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and has prompted us with "Bridge". We may either use the word in a poem or write a "Puente". A poem linking two stanzas by a bridge (a puente) Photo Pixabay
The days and nights become interchangeable as clouds transition from grey to dark grey It seems an eternity since she saw him Fondly remembering the shared laughter The developing closeness and intimacy Feelings that had been an infrequent visitor in a solitary existence had sparked her into life Now, with him gone, the monotony has returned The humdrum life of loneliness she wore like a drab cloak The only sound she hears is the squawking of crows Sitting as black robe-like mourners in the trees Hunched in groups, cawing empathies for her loss Her only activity, the blanket she had promised him The endless evening hours are now filled with the under and over movement of the shuttle as she weaves the brightly colored threads growing with each turn Making it with love for her paramour who may or may not return The crows cry out, feeling her pain as she weeps into the yarn Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Laura Bloomsbury is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight. She has prompted us to choose one of five poems she shared that were translated from the original Chinese and to reinterpret it in out own style, keeping the original title. I chose the following: Crows calling at Night ~ Li bai “Yellow clouds beside the walls; crows roosting near. Flying back, they caw, caw; calling in the boughs. In the loom she weaves brocade, the Qin river girl. Made of emerald yarn like mist, the window hides her words. She stops the shuttle, sorrowful, and thinks of the distant man. She stays alone in the lonely room, her tears just like the rain.“ Photo by Mahdi Dastmard on Unsplash
Senryu Sadness covers you In dark robes of misery Darkening your heart Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Why do you ask me? Isn't it obvious? Don’t you hear me crying? Don’t you see my pain? Don’t you listen to the words that spill from your mouth like a ferocious, raging torrent of festering, poisonous spew? What’s the matter with me? Are you out of your mind? You clearly do not have a degree in the bleeding obvious Because if you did you would know I am human, damn it When you strike with your sharp, stabbing words I hurt I bleed I cry But you do not stop and this being human is not worth it any more Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Kim from Writing In N. Norfolk is hosting D'Verse Poetics tonight and has prompted us with starting our poem with the following line: "This being human is ..." I'm afraid I broke the rule and ended my poem with the line instead. I hope Kim will forgive me. Photo by Johnny Cohen on Unsplash
An ever-consuming sadness envelops your body in a diaphanous veil A storm brewing in your mind Words of reason hide in the penumbra Marinating in suppressed anger that dwells there Instinctively I know what is happening I recognize the warning signs triggering your frustrations What the eyes don’t see Intuition already knows Watching a rerun of the movie I have seen so many times I sense the imminent deterioration of what was once a beautiful mind The beginning of the end Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Prompts What the eyes don’t see - RDP Saturday Penumbra - RDP Thursday Deteriorate - FOWC The beginning, the end - Stream of Consciousness Image by Gordon Johnson from Pixabay
Senryu Hanging like a cloud Sadness seems to never leave Then the darkness comes Copyright © 2020 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
You bring me flowers after the rain Thoughtful gestures Romantic, sincere I settle into a cocoon of forgetfulness Languishing in your attention Misread, phony Serving a purpose, but not mine I cannot be bought I am here I am real I was born at night, but not last night Seeing it for what it is About you and what money can buy I am collateral damage to be written off Easy come, easy go without the bat of your eyelid I will swallow my pride one more time Disappointment a bitter pill to swallow but each time I become more immune Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © Mish is hosting D'Verse Poets Open Link Night Image by Claudio_Scott from Pixabay
Senryu Grey is the color of your continued sadness Slowly turning black Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©