Winter Backlash What was I thinkingAs my spirits were sinking?Sunlight is shrinking…Bitter winds bellow and thrashAgainst the winter backlash. Emotions collide;I’m raining on the inside.All hope seems denied…Taking all the pain to heart; I’m ready for a new start. Colleen Keller Breuning © 2023November 18, 2023 Happy Saturday, family and friends! Just a quick doubleContinue reading “Winter Backlash”
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The Art of Letting Go
The Art of Letting Go painunwindshold me tightfingers entwinedthroughout the long nightas fear churns through my mindawaken me from bad dreamsquiet my screams as darkness fallsgrotesque shadows dance upon my wallsthe light at the end of the tunnel glowsthe point of no return, nobody knowsthough grains of sand are trickling fastour opportunities have passedalbeit throughContinue reading “The Art of Letting Go”
Beyond the Graveyard
Beyond the Graveyard Behold the amber moon, shining so bright,hanging high above in October skies.Rays cast down to reveal a frightening sight…shadows dancing as evil spirits rise. Beyond the graveyard, a thick fog rolls in,choking your breath, rendering your eyes blind.Ancestral wisdom is disguised as sin…in the tormented confines of your mind. Clearer, louder, theContinue reading “Beyond the Graveyard”
On Golden Threads
Poet Colleen Keller Breuning created a poem inspired by Tori Amos lyrics, using her phrases as the starting lines of each stanza. She aligns the poem’s ambiance with that of ancient Greece. Colleen also shares her recent experience with COVID-19, which delayed her Florida trip to visit her grandchildren. Now, feeling better, she reflects on the stark contrast to her illness in 2021.
Soundtrack of My Life
Soundtrack of My Life Early in the morning, just before dawnI stood alone on the rocky shorepondering sorrows of this worldas I watched the crashing tidethe music hit me hardwashing over meflooding my veinswith intensewaves ofgriefchordsof hopefilled the airbringing to mindtreasured memoriesthe soundtrack of my lifelifted my heart from dark depthslike the sun breaking throughContinue reading “Soundtrack of My Life”
Sacred Sabbath
Sacred Sabbath As rain lashed the darkness,I woke to the sound of fear,panic rising in my chest,heart pounding in my ears. Terror plays out in real timehorrific images across the news.Twisted truths and hatredspreading like an ugly bruise. Did I miss something here,did something go astray?Evil reared its ugly headon this sacred Sabbath day. AngerContinue reading “Sacred Sabbath”
Astray
Astray Bitter winds rustle through the trees,a longing starts deep within mefor light that breaks the darkest days.The autumn sun has gone astray. I want the gold dust from your eyesto warm my bones in turquoise skies.Birdsong chittering in the fray,the autumn sun has gone astray. There’s no more wishes in the well,no hidden secretsContinue reading “Astray”
Infinity
Infinity coldmorningleaves swirlingthoughts drifting backto my past strugglesa long and winding pathmy heart scarred, my soul shatteredbut life is full of surprisesfate placed us both in Oklahomatwo lives intersecting at point in timeforces cast us onto divergent pathsthen looped us back to infinityupon the wings of hope and trustyou healed my broken spiritinfusing me withContinue reading “Infinity”
Autumn Descends
Autumn Descends Autumn descends with clouds and rain,with harvest crops long gone to grain.Promise of cool days round the bend…but summer doesn’t want to end. Missing the catbird’s plaintive callas crimson leaves begin to fall.Sights and sounds of autumn transcend…but summer doesn’t want to end. Out of the dark, into the dampdubious sun shines likeContinue reading “Autumn Descends”
Pour Toujours
Pour Toujours I dream of Parisclimbing the Eiffel towerpanoramic views On Champs-Élyséesthe smell of fresh baked croissantsinfusing senses sipping espressoon red bamboo café chairschocolat kisses ambient muzakechoes in Le Louvre tunnelsbeneath city streets vendors hawking goodschasing pigeons in the squareof the Montmartre hills cold marble statuesdeny their stark historiesas rain falls softly oh, City ofContinue reading “Pour Toujours”
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