Tag: dreams

This Is How The Poetry Bleeds

It is the haunting of the words, the disturbed silences of the aching thoughts like lost souls searching for “home” and I, their tortured guide offering up each and every time a vein to set the restlessness of our deaths free along with this half light of the living darkness in me that whispers through…


Dead

  Search my soul find no one home black as coal my heart  lost to the  darkest darkness  of dreams that scream a quiet rage  hidden as the calm of shadows armed and stalking like a haunting  hunger to welcome  the unwelcome  inside the empty   ©Debbie Berk 2017


Midnight Dreamer

Dark as the night the moon in her eyes and poetry in her veins all mystery and bold a warrior and fallen angel full of pain an untamed spirit like a gypsy she roams letting her dreams guide the way, finds redemption in the words, lets them speak until the loss and the ache of…


An Unclaimed Life


I love the storms

how they remind me of you the way you loved with such passionate fury, your dedicated destruction, your comforting calm as the wind in your wings grew weary and you lay breathless where new seeds planted you and you were rooted there in the promising dreams that kept you for a time distant the thunder…


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…


The Darkening


Runaway Red


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…


The Leaving


Sorrow’s Poem

Sorrow’s Poem I am the wound that weeps and invisibly bleeds I am the dream that cannot wake and the pain that never sleeps I am the doubting hope of darkness deep I am neither ghost nor living caught between worlds, lost without the words to write me home ©Debbie Berk 2016


In a Dream