tomorrow – Colleen Keller Breuning

Far Too Young

Far Too Young

Dark shadows drift across my mind,
Like saints and sinners marching blind.
As thoughts of painful past invade,
Memories of tomorrow fade.

Watch the credits roll to the end,
Far too young to bury a friend.
The rope unravels, thin and frayed;
Memories of tomorrow fade.

Shards of sunlight pierce through the heart,
Forcing dense strands of grief apart.
Denied by surgeon’s cold steel blade,
Memories of tomorrow fade.

Dark shadows drift across my mind,
Memories of tomorrow fade.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2021
February 12, 2021

This is another Kyrielle sonnet to add to my Dark Sonnet Series, written in memory of the high school friends that have passed. Just this past week, three have died, along with several online writing friends. It’s far too sad, and far too young!! RIP my friends.

Ecrits Blogophilia Week 49.13 Topic: Memories of Tomorrow
Hard Bonus (2 points): Use a Billie Eilish Song Title (Watch, Bury a Friend)
Easy Bonus (1 Point): Include a School Mascot (Saints)

SECRET BONUS PHRASES:

1.  A hummingbird’s delight
2.  Sipping sweet nectar
3.  Thirsty
4.  Little hummer
5.  All of God’s little creatures
6.  Feed me
7.  Ruby throat hummingbird
8.  Sugar adrenaline rush
9.  What’s the buzz?
10. Watermelon sugar high

Topic:  Lika    Picture:  Lissa

Between Black and White

Between Black and White

Between black and white, there lies a lot of gray.
Colors mingle, fading away in a torrent of tears.
I was stuck in the past, longing for yesterday…
Caught up in a tangled web of pain and fears.

Colors mingle, fading away in a torrent of tears,
Heart crushed beneath an avalanche of sorrow.
Caught up in a tangled web of pain and fears…
The hours slipped away with dread for tomorrow.

Heart crushed beneath an avalanche of sorrow,
Tripping over countless lies and a barrage of sins.
The hours slipped away with dread for tomorrow…
In games of a kid – rock paper scissors – nobody wins.

Tripping over countless lies and a barrage of sins,
I could no longer distinguish between truth or reality.
In games of a kid – rock paper scissors – nobody wins…
When merely breathing seems an exercise in futility.

I could no longer distinguish between truth or reality,
Drowning in a deep pool of denial every single night.
When merely breathing seems an exercise in futility…
I lifted my head, opened my eyes to the purest light.

Drowning in a deep pool of denial every single night,
Replaying the tape in countless loops inside my mind.
I lifted my head, opened my eyes to the purest light…
Finally, a place to rest and leave my troubles behind.

Replaying the tape in countless loops inside my mind,
Searching for answers, testing the limits of my sanity.
Finally, a place to rest and leave my troubles behind…
This was the beginning of my quest for serenity.

Searching for answers, testing the limits of my sanity,
Learning secrets of a dark world I didn’t want to know.
This was the beginning of my quest for serenity…
With the stark realization that I had to let you go.

Learning secrets of a dark world I didn’t want to know,
I slowly gained the strength to cast away the strife
With the stark realization that I had to let you go…
In time, you healed, bringing color back into my life.

I slowly gained the strength to cast away the strife;
I was stuck in the past, longing for yesterday.
In time, you healed, bringing color back into my life…
Between black and white, there lies a lot of gray.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2015
September 22, 2015

This is a deca-pantoum poem dedicated to my son Vincent. Thank you to all my family and friends who knowingly (and unknowingly) supported our family with love and prayers during our journey…. I am eternally grateful.

Falling

The sun has gone missing
held hostage by defiant clouds
heavy skies aching, stripped of light
while the dark matter pulls us down…

We are blind to our own blindness
thinking inside narrow boxes
afraid to color outside the lines
hiding within our own shadows…

Falling for fools, falling in love
we fall out of favor with ourselves
trying to pretend time stands still
as the mirror reveals hard truths…

C’est la vie, mon ami
it’s just the way of the world
for the Earth tilts on its axis
hurtling towards tomorrow…

We defy the theory of relativity
stepping into the black hole
free falling to our destiny
faster than the speed of light….

…and gravitation cannot be held responsible.

Lifeline

Lifeline

The veil of sadness
fell down upon me,
invoking dark shadows
and shades of melancholy.

Crimson tears trickle,
scarring and burning.
The world tilts and spins,
the pages of life keep turning.

The mind grows weary,
witness to brutal violence.
It longs for quiet sanctuary,
seeking justice and penance.

The lifeline has been cast out
into the sea of great sorrow.
Just hold on tight to the rope,
Until the sun rises tomorrow.