Haiku
Silence comes at last
The sounds of the day long gone
Stillness of the night
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Daily Haiku – Mon. Jun 17, 2019
Tag: Silence
Daily Haiku – Fri. May 24, 2019
Senryu
In the dark silence
I can hear your heart beating
In sync with my own
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Daily Haiku – Thu. February 21, 2019
Senryu
In complete silence
Stirring sounds of the cello
Can touch someone’s heart
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Sound of Silence – An Elfchen
Sound of Silence – An Elfchen
Silence
The sound
is still golden
and my heart rests
Peacefully
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Go Dog Go Cafe's Tuesday Writing Prompt
The Elfchen is an 11 word poem written in 5 lines— Line 1=1word,
Line 2=2words, Line 3=3words, Line 4=4 words, Line 5 =1 word.
Lines 1 and 5 should not be the same word.
Mel at Crushed Caramel also tagged me in this prompt.
Check out her Elfchen!
Daily Haiku – Friday, July 13, 2018
Silence is preferred
If you have nothing to say
That is any good
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Oblivion
Wishing to feel numb
As an object floating down a river
No thoughts in my head
Luxurious indifference
Ignoring what must be considered
Until I pull the last thread
Not wanting to feel anymore
Bone and muscle crushing pain
Body aching from the anguish
Mind full of blackness
Dark thoughts of anger
Unable to vanquish
Moving in slow motion
Ignoring the sounds in my head
Careful not to experience
More of the same debilitating madness
Avoiding the inevitable outcome
Preferring one more day of tarriance
Not being able to choose who loves us
Standing open hearted and vulnerable
Selecting those who deliver misery
How low is that bar we refuse to hold high
Inevitably making it possible
For enemies to write our history
Beauty turned to ashes
Crumbled words spoken
Hearts broken into shards of glass
Amorous touches brushed away
Love murdered with malice
Ultimately arriving at an impasse
If time is an illusion
Years together count for nothing
Then what matter is the waste
If treated with disdain
Expendable thoughts, disposable feelings
All that’s left is a bitter aftertaste
Leave me in peace
To release the past
Yearning for blissful oblivion
Memories cruelly haunting
Demands that will never be met
Unable to meet your criterion
Moving forward in silence
Embracing the blindside
Avoiding each another
Are we practicing being alone
Remembering how it was
When there was no one other
Christine Bolton
In response to The Daily Word Challenge: Amorous
Silence
Silence
I’ve been here before
I know the drill
From this moment on
It goes downhill
The irritation begins
Nothing I say is right
In fact it is all so wrong
And you’re ready to fight
I try to reason
It is going nowhere
It’s hard to understand
As I watch you flare
I will not give up yet
Because this is so stupid
Although reasoning with you
Is always disputed
Eventually my will is broken
And silence ensues
It’s a familiar tactic
And you will always accuse
Silence really is golden
When no one speaks
The fighting stops
The paranoia peaks
Memories from childhood
Surge to the front
As the child in the middle
I bore the brunt
Parents always fighting
I was the referee
They would refuse to speak
Unless it was through me
It’s all so familiar
I’m almost a pro
I could go the distance
In this debacle of a show
There is no claim to fame
There are only losers here
Break the cycle now
Or just disappear
Christine Bolton
Broken
Broken like the clock
On the mantle
Broken like the wing
Of a Bird
Broken like
The egg in the bowl
Broken like the silence
Of the words never heard
A heart left in pieces
After you rendered your speech
You have exited my world
And you are now out of reach
Feeling shattered and
Broken in a thousand parts
It is the sliver of glass
That is optimism in my heart
I struggle to sweep the
Remaining fragments of my dream
Strewn in explosion
A world of hope to redeem
Broken like branches of a tree
That has slowly bent and withered
I am crippled by the performance
So cruelly delivered
Broken is my spirit
Reparation unlikely to come
Broken is this heart
The grief to which I must succumb
Christine Bolton
In response to today’s Word Prompt – Broken