Drawing and poem copyright Debbie Berk 2018
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…
Mute
I am lost no words to guide me through this silence alone going deeper into the void no voices speak yet I wait without promise of rescue no whispers of hope ©Debbie Berk
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…
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
Poetry,
I forget sometimes that it’s like poking the dead with a stick and expecting a response surprised at the silence and other times, oh the words, what noisy little ghosts they are Debbie Berk 4/12/2016
Sorrow Opens a Window
Hope left without leaving a note, just the ghosts of words it never spoke but only kept in silent truths tucked neatly away in the shadowy deep corners of a private pain and the quiet of its unheard tears that scream out now like the wind, begging to be let back in 10/6/2015 ©Debbie…
