Senryu It does not matter If my words are never heard It’s enough I spoke Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
My words do not reach you anymore They hang heavy in the air, waiting to be heard Full of love, passion, anger, questioning But your ears are closed to them They fall to the ground unanswered As is always the way You, too busy speaking your own truths to care about my thoughts and dreams I die a little death each time this happens Over time parts of me become numb Where the life once used to be Benign stumps from which nothing will grow Neglected like a plant trying to thrive in a closet No sunshine to nurture life or water to quench its thirst When the desire to speak and be heard is eventually lost Then that is when you will hear me no more The only sound to be heard will be you Talking to the wind Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Mish is hosting Open Link Night at D'Verse Poets tonight
Senryu Words cutting so deep A weapon easily used Scars that do not heal Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Good Wednesday morning! I have always loved learning new words, don’t you? I came across this one yesterday and really liked it. There are some rare moments in my life where I think I can definitely say this would aptly describe me. I would most likely have had a large glass of wine after a very hard day and I would dare anyone to mess with me! I certainly hope you can enjoy this word too.
Have a great day and be Unfuckwithable!
For Linda G. Hill’s One Liner Wednesday
Senryu My feelings matter I am a watered flower When you hold your words Copyright © 2020 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Senryu I’m feeling your love When you hold back on your words Allowing me to be Copyright © 2020 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Train of Thought
Your words live in my thoughts Sometimes they delight and are invited to stay Other times they wound and I show them the door They feed my heart Nourish my soul and thoughts become my words flowing freely back to you When words harm they linger in my head slowly poisoning a bruised spirit And I cannot speak to you Instead I write my thoughts that spew forth like demons exorcised from my body So you might understand Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © in Response to Reena’s Exploration Challenge #153 Image by Irina Gromovataya from Pixabay
Senryu Your surprising words Still linger in my head Forever painful Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Senryu Angry spoken words Can never be taken back and will leave deep wounds Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Senryu Your words are stinging and I will never forget how you made me feel Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©