“I make no apologies for my thoughts, honesty, imagination, beliefs or the otherwise penned voices of my inspired muses that often find me, by own surprise, in those places I had never before dared to search, yet they seek, forever conceiving me into the endless possibilities of creation within the idea that I am not bound to exist only in the suffocating yet acceptable box of another’s rules, stuck beyond the visible of their invisible lines I cannot cross,……the only limits are my own”  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