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
Thoughts Like a Lost Suicide entombed within the back pages of the haunted mind……. Crawl out of the darkness just to crawl back inside The light offering no comfort only burns my eyes Standing in the shadow of illusion, the mirror telling lies Hides the sorrow, the clenched teeth, this half smile I want to…
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.
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.
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.
