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
Call of the Goddess
Goddess: The Morrigan
Journal entry 12/10/2017 / Poem inspiration.
One of The Goddesses I feel strongly connected to is The Morrigan as well as crows, they seem to follow me, usually appearing in threes. This afternoon while laying in bed not wanting to move, to face another nothing day struggling with my depression they came with their relentless cawing which inspired me to get up, this poem rolling around in my head and as soon as I rose, poem complete they were gone.
Bird Song
Poem inspiration
I was sitting with my coffee looking out the window watching for the birds, so far it had been quiet
then suddenly one appeared, perched himself on the branch closest to my window and began to
sing his heart out.Soon more birds appeared and they seemed to join in and as they were singing
this poem came to me. As soon as I wrote it down the birds were gone and it was quiet again.
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 Beautiful Decay
Here I abandon all false and
hopeless hope
or rather it has abandoned me
either way I don’t know
but have accepted its ghost
and am I content
among the beautiful decay
of these gardens gray
full of my favorite
fading flowers
more vibrant now,
more alive
without the deadening
sound of colors
screaming their
deceit and lies
yes truth is here
ever telling in the bones
and the broken wings
of butterflies
with no reasons left
to fly yet still they soar
somewhere in the soul of
my darkest skies
1/2/2018 ©Debbie Berk
Image created by me, the skull is my own edited photo.
