Monthly Archives: November 2015

The Finish Line

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Photo Courtesy Morgue File © 2015

The Finish Line

Clouds hang overhead
geese crowd the banks
when the rain starts to fall
the farmer gives thanks.

The harvest has passed
with bountiful yields
winter is fast coming
there’s frost in the fields.

Feel the push of the wind
and the bite of the cold
his skin etched with time
bones fragile and old.

But the sky won’t snow
and the sun won’t shine
no more walks in the wood
at the finish line.

See the colors dissolving
in the cold steely sky
as he crosses the threshold
with one last mournful sigh.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2015
November 24, 2015

Des Larmes Pour Paris (Tears For Paris)

Tears For Paris

Des Larmes Pour Paris (Tears for Paris)

It all started with just a seed of hate
propaganda straining with the weight
suicide bombers, lives torn apart
as desperate screams pierce the heart.

Day without sun, stars without night
moon without glow, what a lonely sight
in a river of fear all hopes drown
as the levee comes crashing down.

And the wayfarer never makes it home
his spirit cast away, to forever roam
pierced by the shrapnel, left for dead
as the streets of Paris turn scarlet red.

Point the finger, place the blame
but we shall never be the same
damage done, no turning back
as the tower lights fade to black.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2015
November 17, 2015

Never What You See

Never What You See
Photograph by Colleen Breuning © 2015

Never What You See

Twilight comes early in November cold

the migrant geese cry and stake their claim

as I walk in my solitary world

where darkness rules and light is scarce

and loneliness adds beauty to life.

 

I have been restless for as long as I can remember

but there is change in the air

there is change in the wind

fear stirs the stagnant spirit, propels it forward

and the echo of music strikes a chord deep inside.

 

Scar tissue is stronger than regular tissue,

and broken bones eventually heal

we cross the threshold from young to old

masking the hurt, numbing the pain

but silence is not golden.

 

So don’t jump to conclusions about the sunset

its stark light refracting beneath cover of clouds

hidden bruises bleeding broken indigo ink

in beautiful streaks of mottled red and purple

and taints the sky with mixed emotions.

 

The truth is never what you see.

 

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2015

November 10, 2015

 

Amiss

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Shenandoah National Park – Colleen Breuning © 2015

Amiss

Treacherous winds blow
Cold drifts in a field of snow
Dreams of long ago

Something is amiss
I need more in life than this
Searching for true bliss

As the seasons change
Leaves strip away, rearrange
O’er the mountain range

Giving up the fight
Anguish deep in the black night
Dark spirit take flight

Hopes and dreams combust
As my ashes turn to dust
And silent tears rust

Angel, take me far
To a waiting distant star
Free of hurt and scars

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2015
November 3, 2015