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”
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”
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”
Another Oklahoma Day
Another Oklahoma Day It’s just another Oklahoma day,the blazing sun is dropping low.The crops are wilting in the fields,the ominous west wind blows. Relentless heat is a wall of fire,draining the life out of my veins.My lungs struggle to take in fresh air,bones and muscles racked with pain. Tired eyes turn skyward, pray forContinue reading “Another Oklahoma Day”
Promises, Promises
Promises, Promises Promises of a pink morning sky,a resplendent sun breaking dawn.White clouds of hope rise up so highwe are born, we live and pass on. Some promises never come truewhen hardship and sadness abound.A tall pile of bills overdue,teardrops falling upon the ground. Promises of husband and wifetempered with blessings and sorrow.A curve inContinue reading “Promises, Promises”
Lucky Charms
Lucky Charms Goldsunlighton watersaquamarineembryonic warmthseafoam between my toesI reach my arms to the seamy thoughts ramble and turn to yousummer breezes and rocking chairscrashing ocean waves, music to our earsbeachcombing, scooping fingers snag treasuresscallops, lightning whelk and fighting conchmollusks covered in silken mossseashells bring sweet memoriesgrateful for your presencecounting my blessingsas I hold closemy preciousluckycharmsContinue reading “Lucky Charms”
The Whispering Wind
The Whispering Wind When night falls with pain and sorrowand I’m feeling cold and hollow,in the midst of anxiety,the whispering wind comforts me. Hear the caress of windchime ringsas the lonely mockingbird sings.While pondering my destiny,the whispering wind comforts me. Now as my restless spirit roams,guide me to my heavenly home,and when the rain fallsContinue reading “The Whispering Wind”
Whistle of the Train
Whistle of the Train I can hear your voice calling me,a gentle breeze across the sea,in the mourning dove’s sad refrain,with every whistle of the train. As tracks of hot tears stain my face,my heart longs for your warm embrace,a balm that soothes this endless painwith every whistle of the train. The candlewick is burningContinue reading “Whistle of the Train”
Colleen Keller Breuning 