The Finish Line

Photo courtesy Morgue File Free © 2015

The Finish Line

Clouds hang overhead

geese crowd the banks

when the rain starts to fall

the farmer gives thanks.

The harvest has passed

with bountiful yields

winter is fast coming

there’s frost in the fields.

Feel the push of the wind

and the bite of the cold

his skin etched with time

bones fragile and old.

But the sky won’t snow

and the sun won’t shine

no more walks in the wood

at the finish line.

See the colors dissolving

in the cold steely sky

as he crosses the threshold

with one last mournful sigh.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2015

November 24, 2015

Des Larmes Pour Paris (Tears for Paris)

Des Larmes Pour Paris  (Tears for Paris)

It all started with just a seed of hate

propaganda straining with the weight

suicide bombers, lives torn apart

as desperate screams pierce the heart.

Day without sun, stars without night

moon without glow, what a lonely sight

in a river of fear all hopes drown

as the levee comes crashing down.

And the wayfarer never makes it home

his spirit cast away, to forever roam

pierced by the shrapnel, left for dead

as the streets of Paris turn scarlet red.

Point the finger, place the blame

but we shall never be the same

damage done, no turning back

as the tower lights fade to black.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2015

November 17, 2015

Written with deepest respect, condolences and love for the victims and all affected by the Paris tragedy… never forget!

Never What You See

Photograph by Colleen Keller Breuning © 2015

Never What You See

Twilight comes early in November cold

     the migrant geese cry and stake their claim

            as I walk in my solitary world

          where darkness rules and light is scarce

and loneliness adds beauty to life.

I have been restless for as long as I can remember

          but there is change in the air

                   there is change in the wind

     fear stirs the stagnant spirit, propels it forward

and the echo of music strikes a chord deep inside.

Scar tissue is stronger than regular tissue,

            and broken bones eventually heal

              we cross the threshold from young to old

        masking the hurt, numbing the pain

 but silence is not golden.

So don’t jump to conclusions about the sunset

       its stark light refracting beneath cover of clouds

            hidden bruises bleeding broken indigo ink 

          in beautiful streaks of mottled red and purple

and taints the sky with mixed emotions.

      

The truth is never what you see.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2015

November 10, 2015

Amiss

Photograph by Colleen Keller Breuning  © 2015

Amiss

Treacherous winds blow

Cold drifts in a field of snow

Dreams of long ago

Something is amiss

I need more in life than this

Searching for true bliss

As the seasons change

Leaves strip away, rearrange

O’er the mountain range

Giving up the fight

Anguish deep in the black night

Dark spirit take flight

Hopes and dreams combust

As my ashes turn to dust

And silent tears rust

Angel, take me far

To a waiting distant star

Free of hurt and scars

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2015

November 3, 2015