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.
Cast off your blindfolds with open eyes, The golden dawn morphs in blue skies. Emerald grass with dewdrops pearled… Stark beauty beckons in this world.
Behold the jewel colors of fall, Noble maple stands bare and tall. On the ground, its crimson leaves whirled… Stark beauty beckons in this world.
Blue jays frolic in pure white snow, Deer cavort in fields of fallow. Each day new treasures are unfurled… Stark beauty beckons in this world.
Cast off your blindfolds with open eyes… Stark beauty beckons in this world.
This Kyrielle Sonnet was written for the Instagram Group @hergrowthcollective. The topic for 11/11/2021 was “Appreciation.” Appreciation is such a broad term, and there are so many blessings and things that we should appreciate in our lives. I narrowed the focus of my poem to appreciating the beauty of nature all around us in this world.
We get so busy with day to day life and tasks that we often don’t take the time to just look out our window or move away from our computer screens. There is a world of beauty to behold each day, whether it be in our family members, friends, music, food, or nature. Take the time to slow down, breathe deep, open your eyes, observe and appreciate.
Today, I see beauty in the colorful autumn leaves, squirrels burying nuts in the yard, cats gazing out the window, crystal blue skies dotted with puffy clouds. And that makes me grateful and calm. Tell me, what do you see? What things you appreciate in your life?
xoxo Colleen
Mood: Wonderful Inspiration: “We Played Some Open Chords” by A Winged Victory for the Sullen
It all started with just a seed of hate propaganda straining with the weight suicide bombers, lives torn apart as desperate screams pierce the heart.
Day without sun, stars without night moon without glow, what a lonely sight in a river of fear all hopes drown as the levee comes crashing down.
And the wayfarer never makes it home his spirit cast away, to forever roam pierced by the shrapnel, left for dead as the streets of Paris turn scarlet red.
Point the finger, place the blame but we shall never be the same damage done, no turning back as the tower lights fade to black.
Colleen Keller Breuning 