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

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

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

Quietude

Quietude

When storms lift the hood of this burial shroud

And rage flashes down by way of the clouds,

I take refuge in the quiet of winter twilight,

Nestling deep into the cold and restless night.

  

Right at this very moment, I only want silence --

No words, no music, no noise or dissonance,

Just the moving images the zoopraxiscope projects

Motions in my mind, where dark shadows reflect.

I see horses in green pastures run like wildfire,

With flames stoking desire, rising ever higher,

Fields of periwinkle blue stretching endlessly,

A clear path where the eagles soar to eternity.

  

Feel the winds of change blowing through my hair --

Spirits of the wild, hold me and take me there,

To the healing waters where hope rises and flows

And the sun ascends, triumphant in its golden glow.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2014

December 10, 2014

Power of Numb3rs

Power of Numb3rs

The puzzling figures stand alone
domineering power draws me in
impulses flash in a violent zone
my thoughts awash in mortal sin.

I know that 3 and 29 are prime
they wield mysterious powers
I count and patiently bide my time
waiting, give or take, 104 hours.

These numb3rs confound me
abstract calculations astound me
vivid images in my mind haunt
…and I know just what I want.

Beneath the pale bisque moon
she sinks into a twilight sleep
the wind sings a seductive tune
igniting deviant impulses deep

But like a good stalker I hide
in the dark shadows of the night
creeping closer until I finally decide
when the time to strike is right.

These numb3rs confound me
intense craving surrounds me
like a raging, out of control fire
…and I take just what I desire.

Milky skin so pure, so young
swoop in fast and stake my claim
sweet chocolate on my tongue
a fading rose bleeding in the rain.

Stumbling in my intoxicated state
they caught me at the borderline
I stand in judgment for my fate
pondering possibilities, life to 99.

These numb3rs confound me
as heavy chains surround me
slowing down the sands of time
…and now I pay for my crime.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2014
November 3, 2014

This was written for:

Blogophilia Week 37.7 Topic: Chocolate
(Hard, 2 points) include the numbers 3, 29, and 104
(Easy, 1 point) explain a good stalker

Bitter Soul

Bitter Soul

wine

on lips

parallel

lines on my face

unrequited kiss

ennui of sweet and dark

hidden deep within my heart

black shadows linger in my mind

genie in the bottle is released

as lightning flashes against the night sky

Where are you? What are you doing to me?

It is far too late to change the past

as we race toward the finish

my heart bleeds from intense pain

and words have no meaning

walk the path alone

as twilight fades

bitter soul

losing

hope.

Colleen Keller Breuning

October 25, 2014

This was written for Hebrides Moon Etheree Challenge #4.

I used all of Tyler’s words in this etheree:

unrequited, wine, words, past, shadow, parallel, genie, lightning, ennui, race

Autumn of the Apocalypse

Autumn of the Apocalypse

Twilight betrays as intense colors unfold,

Deep shades of indigo, crimson and gold.

Listen, the wind whispers of coming cold…

Wallowing in this eerie autumn of the old.

A distant storm brews, dark clouds portend

As ghosts and demons of the past descend.

Their words foretell, the final script is penned…

Warning us that everything is supposed to end.

Fierce lightning flashes rage across the sky;

Fear runs deep, as apocalypse draws nigh.

Evil spirits clash with terrifying battle cry…

Chilling screams fill the night: flee or die!

Dawn succumbs to a dense blanket of despair;

The smell of death is omnipresent, everywhere.

Grisly remnants reveal no mortals left to spare…

All trace of humanity has vanished into thin air.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2014

October 23, 2014

Night Hawk

"Coming of Night" by Prozac1 @ Freedigitalphotos.net

Night Hawk

I have been one acquainted with the night…
When shadows masquerade in fantasy.
Like vagabond angels, emotions take flight,
Dancing far outside the realm of reality.

When shadows masquerade in fantasy…
Kindred spirits soar across blue bay.
Dancing far outside the realm of reality,
Feel the morning madness drift away.

Kindred spirits soar across blue bay…
Clouds crash, tumultuous rain spills.
Feel the morning madness drift away,
Falling silent, deep into the forest hills.

Clouds crash, tumultuous rain spills…
As hawk keeps watch high in hickory tree.
Falling silent, deep into the forest hills,
Breathe in the essence of true serenity.

As hawk keeps watch high in hickory tree…
Dusk whispers, leaves tumble to and fro.
Breathe in the essence of true serenity,
Savoring stars that bedeck a field of indigo.

Dusk whispers, leaves tumble to and fro…
Like vagabond angels, emotions take flight.
Savoring stars that bedeck a field of indigo,
I have been one acquainted with the night.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2014
October 10, 2014