I Am the Lotus take me to a placewhere time is an illusionand love is in bloom birdsong in oak treescent of lilac fills my headcold dew upon grass soft lips of velvetI will always rememberscent of rose petals I am the lotusopening up for the suncraving your warm kiss let your light shine downwashContinue reading “I Am the Lotus”
Author Archives: Colleen Keller Breuning
I am a writer of poetry & prose, photographer, web designer and editor of Blue Turtle Crossing e-zine. I am happily married and have 2 grown children and 2 delightful cats. I love music, running, sunsets, nature, travel, red wine and reading a good book. I just published my first book of poetry "Shadows of My Father" available now on Amazon!
In the Shallows
In the Shallows Nopromiseis everunbreakablehollow words echoedcutting deep as a knifeI struggled against darknesshaunting voices of the afreetinner demons taunting, pushing mebeyond the rocky shore, torn and tatteredI was drowning in the shallows of lifeangry clouds parted as the storm ebbedon my knees, I crawled to the lightspilling warmth on my cold skinyour spirit touchingContinue reading “In the Shallows”
Downstream
Downstream down by the waterI ponder meaning of lifelay my burden down blue trail of sorrowheart drops like a sinking stoneclear to the bottom gravity defiedas I float downstreamin gentle river washed ashore, breathless,hands reach out in grateful skiesas a new dawn breaks Colleen Keller Breuning © 2021May 14, 2021 Ecrits Blogophilia Week 9.14 Topic: ByContinue reading “Downstream”
Black Swan
Black Swan See her glide across liquid fields of blue,The shape of water morphing in her tracks.Through dappled clouds, bright rays of light shine throughAs dewdrops glisten on her feathered back. Dark silhouette, epitome of grace, She shadow dances from dusk until dawn.A sweet ballet, accolades to embrace:Proud moments in the life of a black swan. Continue reading “Black Swan”
As The Wind Speaks
As the Wind Speaks… April sun fades in crimson skies,Serenaded by catbird cries.Owl takes refuge in maple treeAs the wind speaks softly to me. Thoughts tumble down, into the fray At the end of a weary day.Golden moon rises high and freeAs the wind speaks softly to me. In a trance, dancing by starlight;Lips like velvetContinue reading “As The Wind Speaks”
The Oracle Has Spoken
The Oracle Has Spoken The crescent dawn arrives with shades of peachAs I float alone in the silent sea.A silver moon beckons just out of reach…Embryonic waters embracing me. A distant foghorn calls out in warning;Nimbus clouds shatter, torrents of rain pour.Sailors take heed with red skies at morning…Fighting through riptides, I make it toContinue reading “The Oracle Has Spoken”
Color My World
Color My World blueskylinemiles aboveFlorida greensfloating in white cloudsyellow sun blazes brighta thought pops into my headand I wonder, are we there yetfast descent, rolling down the tarmacI catch her in the distance, eyes brown danceshe’s the queen of hearts, she colors my worldrunning to me with arms open widein her crown of golden pigtailsI’mContinue reading “Color My World”
This April Day
This April Day jolly daffodilsare beaming from their daybedsfinch at the feeders the lazy cat sleepsas spiders spin their silk websin the morning sun the dew and the lacereflect like brilliant diamondsin tender green grass sunshine and daisiesand the taste of love is sweeton this April day Colleen Keller Breuning © 2021April 9, 2021 EcritsContinue reading “This April Day”
Velvet Whispers
Velvet Whispers My love is like the evening star,Sailing in twilight sky afar.Drifting past the crescent moonlightIn velvet whispers of the night. The constellations point the way,Sirius beckons from the fray.That star has five points, pinpoint bright,In velvet whispers of the night. Tangled up in guilty pleasures,Show to me your hidden treasures.Colliding deep with sweetContinue reading “Velvet Whispers”
Paper Cranes
Paper Cranes Hope trickles down in purple rain As I wait for the morning lightAmidst one thousand paper cranes. Anxiety flows through my veins,Cries of anguish deep in the night.Hope trickles down in purple rain. The robins sing in sweet refrain,Welcoming the sun with delightAmidst one thousand paper cranes. Bury my fears, bury my pain, Spilling tearsContinue reading “Paper Cranes”
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