Spring Equinox Ides of March haunt meas I sulk in my bedroomwallow in darkness winter winds persistrobins ruffle breast feathersat the hint of snow shades of ivoryfloating free from the heavensmelting on impact new dawn breaks goldensun rays caress tulip budscherry trees blossom feel the world shiftingon cusp of spring equinoxbirdsong lifts my heart ColleenContinue reading “Spring Equinox”
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Golden Parachutes
Golden Parachutes On Monday mornings I wake up with dread.My heart is pounding, gut heavy with rocks,Exploding pressure cooker in my head…Bracing for chaos as I punch the clock. Mountains of emails and telephone calls,Dealing with problems and bad attitudes.I’m losing all patience, hitting the wall…I’d like just one moment of solitude. The week isContinue reading “Golden Parachutes”
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.DeniedContinue reading “Far Too Young”
War
War life’s an illusionwe are lead to delusionswall of confusion the world isn’t roundstrange shenanigans aboundas bombs hit the ground minutes are crawlingthe salt of my tears fallingand change is calling in world of misdeedspeace destroyed by pride and greedyou are all I need Colleen Keller BreuningJanuary 29, 2021 For some reason, the topic broughtContinue reading “War”
Grasshoppers, Dolphins and Eagles
Grasshoppers, Dolphins and Eagles Stayor gothe questionto be answeredI look to the skiessearching for harmonybut I see clouds of discordanxiety builds up insideand suddenly, I want to break freelike grasshoppers jumping in fields of greenlike dolphins swimming in the azure seaI want to soar in crystal blue skiesI want to fly like an eaglelet myContinue reading “Grasshoppers, Dolphins and Eagles”
Bells on Christmas Eve
Bells on Christmas Eve Jupiter aligned with Saturnand winter took a bitter turn.Our flashlights scanned the galaxy as the hoot owl whispered softly. Do you remember hearing bellsjingling as Christmas Eve snow fell?By my window cold and icy,as the hoot owl whispered softly. Where did you go? Why did you leave?Bells break the silence as IContinue reading “Bells on Christmas Eve”
A Little More Wine
A Little More Wine The fireplace glows, the mood is set,Sparks ignite like the day we met.One glass of red, warm and divine…May I have a little more wine? Hot molten wax burns down the wicksOn sterling silver candlesticks.Passion burning, I’m feeling fine…May I have a little more wine? Bright stars collide as our soulsContinue reading “A Little More Wine”
At First Frost
At First Frost Dewfrozenon grass bladesfirst frost comes latecrunching under bootssudden change of seasonsas December tumbles downcold air clashes with bitter windsbare branches of the maples tremblescored and stripped of their remaining brown leavesalabaster clouds gather overheadsignaling their steely intentionsa gentle hush comes over mewhite snow speaks in silent tonguesreleasing pristine flakesand I breathe deeplyasContinue reading “At First Frost”
Into Clouds of Lions and Tigers
Into Clouds of Lions and Tigers AsI laythere alonein the dark nightwaiting for reposemy restless mind wandersI’d be lying to myselfif I said I didn’t miss youthe sound of your voice, your amber eyesthoughts and memories tumble through my headthen I’m flying high, light as heliumsoaring across cornflower blue skiessearching for your gentle spiritI’m freefallingContinue reading “Into Clouds of Lions and Tigers”
Mourning Has Broken
Mourning Has Broken She clasps secret old love lettersin her weathered, frail handsraises them to face, inhaling deepthe faint scent of old spice and must. She wades amidst turbulent watersthe sound of waves crashingthe music of the years gone bytumbling through her mind. Time and fate take their toll,and the mourning has broken.Too many memoriesContinue reading “Mourning Has Broken”
Colleen Keller Breuning 