Poetry
Blue smoke,
dark ghosts neither entering nor leaving only lingering in the swirling gray thoughts that hold them somewhere between sorrow and hope ©Debbie Berk
The Haunted Poem
I don’t remember the exact moment I died or why my thoughts still wander beyond the grave or why my ghost cannot rest […]
Have a Seat
Have a seat, right here next to all the lost and lonely dreams of all the yesterdays misplaced in all the hopes of the somedays […]
The Moon and I
New Poem and Image/Photo Manipulation
The Shadow Keeper
I am the keeper of shadows and their secrets that speak sharply and softly like the bitter sweet poetry flowing in the accumulation of tears […]
December’s Ghost
as I enter the small death of winter, slip into the darkness of its aging, aching skin I find that those memories of long […]
Three Words
fall like delicate drops of blood from the raging wounds that corrupt as they soothe; A calming yet never tamed is the wild heart though […]