It Lingers Like a Ghost
I dreamt of the darkness again, the tears and the struggles, the pain of my own long ago death, of the loss of my innocence to tragedy, betrayal, bloodshed and fear on those many lost days at the hands of a father’s rage and the long hours in the rushed moves in the middle of…
Wild Beauty
For my daughter I love the darkness and the storms in your eyes as well as the light, the rage of your untamed seasons, the wild wind within you and the calm of your more quiet days where there are only slow dreams to move through, to remember you after all the wars and all…
A Late Summer Eulogy
These are the dying whispers of our final days as the sun hangs low – slipping into the darkness below and we wear December’s ghost to fashion the dead with grim decay written into the ages, our time kissed faces dreaming from the not so distant grave Poem/Image ©Debbie Berk August 7, 2016
Sacrificing Angels
Sacrificing Angels Barely you survived the flames of your desire emerging from the ruins dumb founded and dazed smoke forming a perfectly darkened halo around you, half drunk, half bruised your singed wings, “what a beautiful tragedy,” and so sweet, the smoldering loss of innocence in the blood offering to the demons and the gods…
Anxiety
Anxiety I swallow hard the shaky, awkward silence it goes down like a razor cutting through the safety of my cocoon, opens me to the dizzying darkness, my heart pounding like a wild beast in the cage of my chest while a belly full of raging butterflies explodes within ~ their sharp, heavy wings scrapping my insides eager…
Lullaby
Lullaby Drifting in and out of the fog of a shadowed sleep, sirens serenading the night racing like a fading pulse in the distance but I am already too close to leaving my ghost to its dreaming to give resistance slowing breaths to a haunting whisper emergency lights scream no more than a whimper and…
A Haunting Hunger
A Haunting Hunger My mind is a dark abandoned house with battered walls, lonely hallways, sealed secret doors and small cracks through boarded up windows that bleed just enough light for the shadows to feed ©Debbie Berk 2016
