An apocalyptic moon, ravens on a leaky roof and a dark rain pouring through the ruins of these dilapidated hopes, a shelter that never truly was as the darkness devours the frailty of truths with the deep hunger of wounds ever in need of a soul to feed on, watching without mercy the tender flesh…
Blood And Blooms
Broken to make room for growth and so from these seeds of darkness sewn beyond this death and the twisting sprouts of relentless weeds is new life and beauty beneath the deepest of roots reaching through the blood and the muck waiting to bloom within the waking of the light and me 9/11/18
This Is How The Poetry Bleeds
It is the haunting of the words, the disturbed silences of the aching thoughts like lost souls searching for “home” and I, their tortured guide offering up each and every time a vein to set the restlessness of our deaths free along with this half light of the living darkness in me that whispers through…
Observations of the Rain
Part 1
raindrops
like fingertips
on the windows
tapping
shadows
impolitely
asking to be
invited in, their
grief violently
pouring
through the
vulnerable
cracks of a
shaky foundation
Part 2
persistent
these sneaky, wicked
little ghosts follow me like the
haunted heartbeats
of the past refusing to stay so
lingering like a heartache
stranded in the rain will never let go
3/30/2018
Poems/Photos used to create animations ©Debbie Berk
Dear Butterflies
I begged of the butterflies
“lend me your wings”
so that I might dance
on the edge without
strings, dream without
limits even if only for a
minute it means that
I can be free
1/3/2018 ©Debbie Berk
animation is my creation.
The Warrior
It is through the distance of the deepest darkness slow and long that I find the dawn touching the face of hope as I trace the shadows and the shape of one more scar searching the edges or the center of the light that shines, guides from the fight of the flame ever burning within…
Eulogies of Love
The words, they come like memory distant as the dawn waking within dreams whispering like grief and again the sorrows speak remembers the shadows that do not sleep, restless and deep in their longings black as the night where even the black birds weep for the ghosts already gone and still those yet to be…
Shiver
The dawn cracks light breaks me open again in the winter of your love as you touch me like the cold hold me shatter my soul enter as you leave me inside out all shadow and alone empty me ’til I return to the memory of whole in the darkness of a season to…
