Loss

......like a wrinkle of regret
folded deep into the hours
of fate's merciless clock......
......faceless and aged
beyond grace,
where breath is like
the blink of a heartbeat
of minutes passing,
forever lost to the shadows
that linger......
in the heart of the matter
thick like sorrow,
like the words
that could never live
beyond a feeling,
or a thought
fading......
coward like
within the ghosts of tongues
as they fail to speak
beyond the fear
of knowing themselves
OUTLOUD,
dark and hidden
like a secret religion,
like redemption that burns
in the light
......like truths that remain
the godless whisper
of a silent prayer
to bless the dead

8/08/09 Debbie Berk

 

Poetry

Premonition

Somewhere hidden
in the quiet
of this nervous calm
something sinister
waits
to wake......
the chaos
of a haunting
noise
that lingers for now
only the worried
whisper
of a maddening
hush
of ghosts......
that rise and hover
__Mysterious
in the heavy fog
of this shy light
moving slowly
through an eerie
stillness__
as a Warning
of the Darkness
that is to come......

11/04/09 Debbie Berk

Before Sleep The Dreamer Dreams

Passing like a swift breeze
we hang our dreams high
and bury our hopes deep
that we may someday reach,
dig our way to the stars
before we are one with the worm
and there is only bare earth
to hold the shadow of our bones,
only stone to remember the name
of our ghost......

9/05/09 Debbie Berk