This poem and image will appear in the Spring/Summer 2016 issue of The Stray Branch along with a few of my other photos.
Keepers of the Misfit Gardens
Keepers of the Misfit Gardens We navigate the darkness with little more than the light of our dreams to guide us, more lost than found, more hopeful than knowing We stake our claims on forsaken ground planting wildly impatient and imperfect seeds, while loving and nurturing weeds; finding beauty in the most unbeautiful things 10/7/2015…
She
lives, a shadow within the glass her full reflection never a complete clarity as her image remains half between the worlds of neither here nor there but only stuck somewhere in time like a ghost, or an old photography out of focus and ever fading as she slips further into the darkness; never fully living…
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 that never came; Forgotten like me…… Photo is of a porcelain doll I bought years ago while shopping with my daughter in a thrift shop. She looked sad so I…
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 Existing alongside their ghosts that leave me haunted by their words gathered and scattered like wounded thoughts, like scars star shaped and wished upon under the moonlight of these ravished…
Ghost Children and the Haunted River
Tiny creatures, eerie and child like visit me in the nights I am sleepless playing games of hide and seek under my eyelids where in half dreams I see them watching with their over sized heads the shape of rotting melons and their sunken in eyes, hard, endless dark pits of decaying innocence taunting me…
The Language of Poetry and Dreams
Voices scream out from the fog of sleep into the conscious whisper of dreams waking silences of the heart speaking forgotten truths from the depths of those far away places within…… ©Debbie Berk
