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Perfectly Flawed
Paper thin
pale porcelain skin
aching bones upon the wake.
Sullen dawn
a hole in the clouds
and I’m thinking I might break.
Dark sky bursts
rain pelting, melting
glacial heart that never thawed.
Fragile soul
bleeding wounds that healed
and I am perfectly flawed.
Colleen Keller Breuning © 2022
July 30, 2022
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
These tired bones ache
and the futile tears fall
undetected, unrelenting,
like soft rain on a summer day.
The wind stills in deference
to a radiant light rising up,
drawing closer, closer
as I crawl to the precipice.
I am about to take my last voyage,
a great leap in the dark
where faith meets fate,
where screams in dreams are silenced.
Will I fall like a lead weight
or sprout butterfly wings;
sink into the fiery depths
or ascend a stairway to heaven?
Plunged into the frigid darkness,
holy water seeps through my skin,
coming clean of past transgressions,
purifying my tarnished soul.
Thunder shakes heaven and earth,
the sentinel angels have spoken;
my body and spirit finally set free
to mingle with shooting stars.
Colleen Keller Breuning © 2015
September 1, 2015
Perched by the open window
tiny dancer bathed in glow
beneath a veil of green eyes
gilded lily in disguise.
Faded scars cannot erase
sad memories from a place
where sticks and stones broke her bones
sharp lessons learned long ago.
Dodging minefields, cat and mouse
secrets hidden in old house
one magic moment has turned
to cold dust where fire once burned.
Sinews, muscles stretch and thrash
finding strength amidst the ash.
though hope seems lost with no trace
she exudes amazing grace.
A strong breeze from down under
pushes sorrow asunder
as she glides forth, free from strife
in this mystic dance of life….
Colleen Keller Breuning © 2015
August 19, 2015
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