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…
In this living that is not…
all that is left of the sacred are the sorrows lost to the mourning shadows of shame in the deep wounds of knowing of no tomorrows to come, of hearing no callings of death beyond, no voices of hope, not one to welcome us home but only the silence of a whispered prayer screaming into…
Skeletons in the Closet, the Clearing
Creative image created using the effects and images within the editing apps on my ipad Poem © Debbie Berk
The Cursed
Creative image created using the effects and images within the editing apps on my ipad Poem © Debbie Berk The Cursed The curse of blood the darkness of love a bitter soul I am the hardened heart of endless night forever growing old unable to quiet the curse too deep in my bones so deep…
Birthday Stew
A poem and image creation I put together, inspired by my upcoming 48th birthday… Poem © Debbie Berk / www.debbieberk.com
Orphan
My mother was a flame and my father a drop of rain now a ghost and I was a gentle open earth dreaming, a soft wind that blew planting the seeds nearly drowned at birth and still I struggle to rise from the smoke, desperate to reclaim them both, building fires in the storm, waiting…
Butterfly
Fly leave darkness far behind, kiss the ghosts goodbye Fly Butterfly, fly and I’ll see you on the other side of this death. new flesh so do not cry but Fly Butterfly, fly on these dying wings of hope to new life reaching high so just fly, yes Fly keep flying my…
To Feed The Dead
Reaching into the abyss reaching back with fingertips stained black as the night of this lost soul searching the shadows of the dark for a warm beating heart only to return all the more cold all the more empty and my restless ghost all the more hungry © Debbie Berk
Of War And Prophecy
Darkness will fall and all our days gone as cities and histories will burn at the edge of days that will not keep us from slipping into the depravity of a bloody abyss filled like an endless pit of futures forsaken, forgotten by the wind and the rain unable to remember our tears as we…
From the Grave
and through eyes of cobwebbed neglect the ghost of you watching and with shadowy limbs reaching from the mist of silent whispers falling from the voiceless parting of rotting lips, cold and spider bite kissed forever hushed by the worm eaten words I will not miss nor will I mourn their death in the silences…
