half caterpillar and half butterfly I am mostly darkness with a little bit of light and just enough hope to believe that still it may be possible to fly in spite of these foreboding and ever turbulent skies 6/4/2020 © Debbie Berk 2020
Sheep
All I see are sleep walking sheep over fed, their bellies full of lies following obediently and blindly the path that leads to their own demise 5/23/2020 © Debbie Berk 2020
Sleep
All as it would seem but a blur of a distant dream, a woke reality just beyond our reach, lost in the ever darkness of the seduction of sleep 5/28/2020 ©Debbie Berk 2020
The hours
confess their longings in the loneliness of a mournfull song, their sorrows sung and spun like a black widow’s web where their hopes are hung like a slow suicide as silken threads ensnare the watchful fly caught like a shadow in the corner of one eye and the hours go by confessing still their dreams,…
This Existence
Shadows stir and seasons shift time moves ’til all is mystery and mist and memory ever distant, all truths becoming subject to myth 6/19/2020 ©Debbie Berk 2020
