The Broken Bulb

*another true story about from the files of a brutal and broken childhood, this is about my father and two of my brothers

And I remember
Two of your sons
playing football
as boys do
in our living room
innocently
intending no harm
One throws to the other
who fails to catch
and the ball crashes
against a lamp, breaking its bulb
You beat both boys
breaking the thrower's wrist

11/24/08

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