Where Broken Dreams Go

Courtesy of Morgue File Photo © 2015

Where Broken Dreams Go

When November rains, midnight is calling.

Ravaged by wind, bare maples still standing.

December descends with soft snow falling

The migrant geese come in for a landing.

Hard winter looms with an indignant stare,

Dark clouds taunt as the anger releases.

Cruel lies thrash my skin, pierce the bitter air.

Soul shatters into a thousand pieces.

When twilight beckons with pink shades seeping,

My frantic pulse ebbs with the fading light.

Cold and tired, I have no trouble sleeping.

Time passes unhindered in dead of night.

Bruised hearts heal beneath January snow…

Still I wonder, where do broken dreams go?

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2015

December 16, 2015

Amethyst Sky

Photograph by Colleen Keller Breuning © 2015

Amethyst Sky

Rain has fallen five days straight.

The levee breaks, hope comes undone.

Tears from heaven flood the grass,

Sparkling like diamonds in the sun.

But it’s all right, I hear your voice

Whispering as twilight draws nigh.

Your smile beckons from distant stars

Twinkling in the amethyst sky.

Now westward winds stir restless,

whipping up the anger and wrath.

Flames shadow dancing in the dark,

the fire casts its light upon my path.

But it’s all right, I hear your voice

whispering as twilight draws nigh.

Your smile beckons from distant stars

twinkling in the amethyst sky.

I don’t want this pain anymore,

It’s been far too many years.

Give me shelter from the storm,

Ease my anguish, dry my tears.

But it’s all right, I hear your voice

whispering as twilight draws nigh.

Your smile beckons from distant stars

twinkling in the amethyst sky.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2015

October 7, 2015

Figment

Figment

Somewhere deep inside banks of memory

you reside, rogue figure in my mind

but I no longer crave your touch

the mere thought of you angers

mourning my distant self

you no longer hold

or possess me

I am free

of your

chains

night

falls hard

lost, afraid

I come undone

drops of blood mingle

with my relentless tears

envious of the full moon

I sing lullabies to crickets

as I try to purge you from my soul

mere figment of my imagination.

Colleen Keller Breuning

October 25, 2014

This was written for Hebrides Moon's Challenge #6.  I used all of Donna’s words in this etheree:

afraid, blood, crave, envious, memory, mere, mourn, possess, rogue, undone