sticky, sultry evenings of late summer droplets of sweat mingling in body crevices an open door offering no relief as the air hung heavy from weighted clouds the only sound, that of whirring fans and the serenading of cicadas as they make love before singing themselves to death Copyright © 2023 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Lillian is hosting Open Link Night at D'Verse Poets
I harvest the remnants
of our life once complete
Limiting the time I spend
Reminiscing
As my heart now deplete
My eyes look around
the spartan room
Your things gone
and furniture removed
A feeling of empty gloom
My eyes drawn to the window
Afternoon sun bathing the glade
In a matinee performance
of fantastic color and light
A silent serenade
Missing you, still loving you
Feeling you here
Where life used to exemplify
our love and intimacy
Now fated to disappear
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
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The morning light was squinting
Through the bedroom shades
Few clouds in a sunny sky
The birds singing their serenades
Earl Grey in the teapot
A light breakfast prepared
Saying hello to the day
I thought I was prepared
It happened again
Without any warning
The monster reared its head
Leaving me in mourning
A verbal attack came
From nowhere I could see
Blindsided as usual
While I was drinking my tea
I said I was feeling better
Not a complaint or a question
Yesterday experiencing something minor
A simple statement, not aggression
Then how do I become
the target of your onslaught?
I didn’t do what you suggested
Is that really a fault?
Your words of anger
So hurtful and debilitating
You are angry because what?
I feel like it’s baiting
You are looking for a fight
I never know why
I am so totally unprepared
I have no battle cry
Your reactions to statements
Are so unbelievably strange
You attack and become the victim
Setting a scene to derange
Trying to wrap my arms
Around your state of mind
Incognizant of my own pain
It is you I have to find
Know suggestions can be useful
They are offered to awaken
Like opinions they cost nothing
Don’t be surprised if not taken
If I need help I would ask
If I need a doctor I would deduce
If I need support I would expect
What I don’t need is verbal abuse
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
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