Abandoned
Dead blooms scattered across the forgotten tombs and in the shadows the raven looms keeping watch over the forsaken and the lost here in the land of many sorrows and doom… Poem/Photo ©Debbie Berk
Omen
Today the rains, and the ravens came dancing ‘neath the shadowy rainbows of a faint light, the flash of colors fading like a bruise into the blush of clouds, as a scar was left deep in these skies so dark and I could see a touch of joy among mourning in the eyes of the…
Poe to His Lost Loves
You were the poetry I wrote, my longing in every word to summon the shadow of your fading heart lost to that forever sleep of darkness that has hardened me and left me here in the most empty, loneliest parts within my pleading ghost to be healed of these eternal hurts, desperate to cure death…
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…
Observations of the Rain
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
