Senryu One early morning Sit silent in dawn’s first light And accept the gift Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Daily Haiku – Saturday, September 3, 2022
Tag: Silent
Daily Haiku – Mon. March 14, 2022
Senryu Silent is the night I am at peace with myself Thinking of our love Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Daily Haiku – Tue. March 30, 2021
Senryu Silent moments shared Where words are never spoken But the eyes will talk Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Silent Scream
Silent Scream – Prosery
The rules of the conversation were laid out forcefully, explicitly. He was not to speak or interrupt, only listen. He was warned that if he became upset or enraged it would not be tolerated.
These harsh words spoken by someone who supposedly loved him and a person he adored. These words so different from those of great love shared just hours before. He was inwardly distressed but scared to show his feelings, fearing repercussions.
He stood motionless, staring, and unable to form a response. He felt his usual docile temperament was pushed and prodded to its breaking point. The hornet’s nest had been poked for the last time. His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream that his mouth unintentionally released. He did not hear his words only of their delivery. He grasped at the air trying to pull them back, but it was too late.
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Bjorn is hosting D’Verse Poets Prosery Challenge tonight and has prompted us with a line from Maya Angelou’s famous poem “Caged Bird“
The line we must include in this challenge is: his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream. The Prosery piece should be exactly 144 words excluding the title.
Daily Haiku – Mon. September 30, 2019
Senryu
When the darkness falls
and everything is silent
it is then you come
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Daily Haiku – Tue. September 24, 2019
Senryu
Your silent whispers
can be heard across oceans
and comfort my heart
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Unseen
Unseen
A silent scream
that fell on deaf ears
she had become
insignificant
A cry for help
that no one hears
in misery she succumbs
to her predicament
A neglected
and used soul
Her heart trampled
down in the dirt
Her melancholy
takes its toll
her neck strangled
Her life now subvert
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Freedom
Freedom
did not come easy
She fought hard
for what was truly hers
Stolen from her
with his lying words
feeding her ego
Promising a fantasy
She could not recall
When it happened
One day he had control
and he ruled her world
Her voice stolen
and thoughts buried deep
unable to share
This the beginning
of her downfall
Increasingly taciturn
she allowed him
to become her mouthpiece
She cooked and cleaned
and wore what he chose
Her once professional
appearance now quaint
She had become his slave
Reaching a point of no return
Inside her silent anger raged
What had she become?
A shadow of her former self
Until the day she found
her strength
and voice
Reaching out to those
Who could help
free her from the cage
Reflecting on her bondage
She pondered the cause
of her personal plight
Her heart had made the decision
Her brain, the excuses
Her head finally argued
and liberty became hers
Now she flies solo
Never again a hostage
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
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Song Lyric Sunday – Sleep’s Dark and Silent Gate
Jackson Browne is one of my most favorite singers. The words to this song, Sleep’s Dark and Silent Gate, are quite poetic and poignant. It was featured on his album, The Pretenders, in 1976. The video has an introduction from Bonnie Raitt.
In response to Helen Vahdati’s prompt Sleep for Song Lyric Sunday
Enjoy your Sunday!
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Sleep’s Dark and Silent Gate
Jackson Browne
Sometimes I lie awake at night and wonder
Where my life will lead me
Waiting to pass under Sleep’s dark and silent gate
I found my love too late
Running around day after day
Looking for the time to play
While my old friends slipped away
Never should have had to try so hard
To make a love work out, I guess
I don’t know what love has got to do with happiness
But the times when we were happy
Were the times we never tried
Sitting down by the highway
Looking down the road
Waiting for a ride
I don’t know where I’ve been
Wishing I could fly away
Don’t know where I’m going
Wishing I could hide
Oh God this is some shape I’m in
When the only thing that makes me cry
Is the kindness in my baby’s eye
Sometimes I lie awake at night and wonder
Where the years have gone
They have all passed under
Sleep’s dark and silent gate
Jackson Browne