Sun streams through my window blank pages waiting there inspiration with this warming light words gather here to share and as invigorated poet I seize pen and write away plucking words to hone my craft in my own special way Rhyme my raison d'être tells its story here once more in this daily visitation of what the poet's in me for
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Senryu That day you left me the sky was dark and gloomy and my heart was black Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing
The white rose petals, dried and flat lay between the pages of their book of life Memories of the brief periods of peace Lost in the surge of
Tyranny acquaints us with the deepest despair
deranged despots continue repeating their mistakes
trying to subjugate everyone to rank capitulation
using brute power and the machinery of state.
Hubris struts around, brazenly fear mongering
reason and righteousness seem to have lost their vision
in such a gloomy scenario they quietly retire
for the victory of the oppressor is taken as a given
In the darkest of darkness when nothing is visible
in the coldest of winter when frigid winds rejoice
in the furthest corner where ultimatum pushes
the timorous soul sings in a tremulous voice.
Gathering frail courage from note to note
then hesitant other voices join in, haltingly first
the song becomes a rallying cry for the oppressed
soaring up high and beating down walls with fists.
But the obstinate tyrant refuses to retreat
for drunk on absolute power, he is blind absolutely
bully pulpit misused by bumbling bedlamite
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Walk with me in reflection and tips from the garden in poetry as it teaches us to walk in love against all odds.
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