Sound Man

Sound Man

He slipped from this realm one Saturday night
as crimson June sun settled into gloam.
Battle worn warrior, valiant fight,
his long-lost family welcomed him home.

Music was his refuge, passion and love;
working with the bands, perfecting their sound.
Crisp melodies sent to heaven above
floating like healing rain, down to the ground.

Now we are drowning in torrents of tears
as rhythm of the bass drum fills the air.
Memories flood our minds and fill our ears,
his gentle voice whispers, “never despair.”

Listen to the sound man, you will soon know:
Music will wash away all your sorrow.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2024
June 7, 2024

Hello all. It’s admittedly been a tough week. This poem is dedicated to my dear cousin Steve Crumbacker, who passed away in Maryland on June 1, 2024. The news of his death was devastating for me, as he and his sister Patsy were huge part of my earliest memories in life. Back in the early sixties, our two families shared a duplex on Concord Street in the west end of Hagerstown. Even though we only lived there until I was five years old, I can still recall many of the memories we made with my sister Barb from that time….running around in the backyards and empty lots, Steve and his best bud Roy listening to Beatles 45s on the front porch, (deeply influencing my love of music), playing in the snow, and being terrified by their stories of how Bloody Bones lived in the attic and was going to get us! Back then, he was just a normal, all-American kid having fun picking on his younger cousins – nothing nefarious, just a little ornery. *smiling*

Steve was five years older than me, and he was a man of many talents. He was a renowned Nascar photographer, a highly regarded musician, and he worked as a sound engineer with many local and regional bands over the years. He was also a cat lover like me, and just the sweetest guy you could ever hope to have for a cousin.  His memorial service will be held on Monday evening. I will never forget Steve and the many childhood memories of the Keller Family we shared over the years. You are in my heart always, dear cousin. I send all my love and prayers for comfort to his wife Kim and his only sister, Patsy. I love you both so much!

Xoxo Colleen

Mood: Sad
Inspiration: “I Want to Hold Your Hand” by The Beatles

Ecrits Blogophilia Week 49.15 – Psychic
Hard Bonus: Use a lyric from The Guess Who (“Music will wash away all your sorrow.”)
Easy Bonus: Incorporate the word nefarious

Bloody Lane

Bloody Lane

I gaze in silence at the moon
in the distance, a haunting tune
but sometimes things aren’t what they seem
in this garden of broken dreams.

The music drowned out by thunder
clash of cavalry down under
echoes of battle cries and screams
in this garden of broken dreams.

They perished on Antietam fields
piled high in bloody lane, no shields
no tombstones for this dead regime
in this garden of broken dreams.

I gaze in silence at the moon
in this garden of broken dreams.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2024
May 31, 2024

Hello, a quick Kyrielle sonnet this Friday evening. It’s been a short week due to Memorial Day holiday, but the workweek felt long.

The weekly writing challenge had me immediately thinking of our beloved Antietam Battlefield. I grew up in Washington County, Maryland and took frequent jaunts to the battlefield with my family when I was younger. My grandmother Ellen Christ Keller had a great uncle (I believe?) Benjamin Christ, who fought in the Battle of Antietam. It seems to me there was either a memorial or statue of him along one of the roads, I vividly recall driving down those old roads one hot summer day with Dad searching for it. I remember taking Katie there back in the 2000’s when we came up to Maryland for a summer visit, and she was quite fascinated by the stories of Antietam. Bloody Lane, Dunker Church, Lookout Tower and Burnside Bridge were always my favorites. So much history and stark tragedy, so many lives lost there in the deadliest battle of the Civil War. It is said that Antietam is haunted, often smelling of smoke and gunpowder at random times.

Since moving back to Virginia, Dan and I have visited both Antietam and Gettysburg Battlefields, two of the most famous battlefields in Civil War history. It literally sends chills down your spine, walking the grounds and imagining the horrors of what transpired all those years ago. Over twenty two thousand perished at Antietam, many on Bloody Lane. It was considered the deadliest battle in American history. It’s really cool that we are enjoying exploring the historic side of things at this point in our lives. We’re hoping to make some short trips to some other spots in the coming years.

We’re going to a graduation party for my niece tomorrow, so it will be fun getting together with family. And it’s supposed to be a beautiful day for a change, on the weekend. I’ll take it! Have a lovely weekend, all!

Xoxo,
Colleen

Mood: Sentimental
Inspiration: “1812 Overture” by Tchaikovsky
I know this is a different war than the Civil War, but my Dad used
to play this a lot for us growing up – incredible memories.

Ecrits Blogophilia Week 48.15 – Garden of Broken Dreams
Hard Bonus: Incorporate a Civil War battlefield (Antietam)
Easy Bonus: Mention a tombstone