Black sea churns as waves crash on rocky beach storm rages offshore distant lightning flashes neon bolts splitting the sky the turmoil is moving closer but there is no shelter from this storm I crouch in the sand, pelted by fine grains as the west wind whips into a frenzy thunder rumbles as the storm rages a tempest in my shipwreck heart reeling that you were taken when I needed you most your silent presence to calm my soul in this vile world gone mad
Colleen Keller Breuning June 19, 2022
A double etheree inspired by writing prompts and the music of Enigma.
Smoke and flames frame the horizon; Red blood runs cold, hope forsaking. Distant gunshots are growing closer, And the sinister skies are breaking.
Families torn, they flee the border, Clutching withered sunflowers in hand. A demented monster unleashes terror, And destruction spills across the land.
The rain beats down upon my window On this endless and forlorn day. I crave your touch to soothe my soul, For you are light and I am gray.
Mortar descends along with madness As tears blur the television screen. Dire horrors of war are omnipresent, Like nothing that we have ever seen.
We are sinking deep in desperation, A flood of fear pushing all hope aside. Fighting strong waves of desolation Humanity swims against time and tide.
The rain beats down upon my window On this endless and forlorn day. I crave your touch to soothe my soul, For you are light and I am gray.
I reach for you, my hand outstretched. In suspended animation, it lingers. Your warmth ignites the fires within me, White light scattering through my fingers.
Hold me tight against the raging storm, As withered sunflowers come undone. Clasp your weathered hands in mine, Together we will pray for peace to come.
The rain beats down upon my window On this endless and forlorn day. I crave your touch to soothe my soul, For you are light and I am gray.
I wrote this poem two weeks ago and have not looked at it since. For some reason, I did not have the energy or the impetus to publish it. My heart is absolutely shattered to watch the heartless invasion of Ukraine…. to see families torn apart, men staying behind to fight, and for what?? No provocation, just the sick, demented desires of one depraved monster to rebuild a Soviet Union that can never be again! It’s sheer insanity, and we all feel powerless to do anything but watch in horror.
Emotions rage at every turn, seeing pictures of the beautiful countryside obliterated, the bombing of a maternity hospital, slaughtered children and citizens, mass graves… it’s all so terrifying to see scenes reminiscent of the Holocaust and Nazi Germany being replayed in real time! It is hard to put into words how helpless, upsetting and grieved that we fellow Americans feel over these horrendous crimes. God help Ukraine, God help us all in this crumbling world!
Someday I will record a spoken word reading of this poem…but not now. I literally do not have the strength to do it without dissolving into tears.
xoxo Colleen
Mood: Heartbroken Inspiration: “Primavera” by Ludovico Einaudi
Of all the musical pieces I have ever listened to, this one never fails to touch me deeply and make me weep….
No promise is ever unbreakable hollow words echoed cutting deep as a knife I struggled against darkness haunting voices of the afreet inner demons taunting, pushing me beyond the rocky shore, torn and tattered I was drowning in the shallows of life angry clouds parted as the storm ebbed on my knees, I crawled to the light spilling warmth on my cold skin your spirit touching mine I had found new faith you healed my heart held me safe in your arms
Ecrits Blogophilia Week 10.14 Topic: No Promises Hard Bonus (2 points): Quote Denzel Washington (“I had faith.”) Easy Bonus (1 Point): Use the word “afreet” (Per Merriam-Webster: a powerful evil jinni, demon, or monstrous giant in Arabic mythology)
Colleen Keller Breuning 