Shades of Cabernet (a pantoum)

Shades of Cabernet

Deep within shades of cabernet
In the outer limits of my soul,
Temptation does a fine ballet,
And I am losing all control.

In the outer limits of my soul,
Logic ends and emotions start.
And I am losing all control
To scarlet desires of the heart.

Logic ends and emotions start
As inhibitions ebb and flow.
To scarlet desires of the heart,
I’m swept away in crimson glow.

As inhibitions ebb and flow,
Thoughts of you fill my mind.
I’m swept away in crimson glow,
Rendering me colorblind.

Thoughts of you fill my mind.
Temptation does a fine ballet,
Rendering me colorblind
Deep within shades of cabernet.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2015
February 4, 2015

I decided to give the pantoum a try this week. Half a deca, haha!

In The Wake

In The Wake

I dare not fall asleep today,

lest gloomy clouds obscure my way.

The dark sun is not what it seems…

for true hope is a waking dream.

I feel the sting of bitter pride

swimming against the errant tide.

Let hurtful feelings flow downstream…

for true hope is a waking dream.

I search the shore for guiding light,

dazed and confused through the long night.

North Star beckons with shining beam…

for true hope is a waking dream.

I dare not fall asleep today…

for true hope is a waking dream.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2015

January 27, 2015

Untouchable

Untouchable

When January rolled in with black ice and frost,

Your salt and pepper strands fell on white sheets.

Like hot tears on my pillow, I let them slip away

And the bitter winds blew down an empty street.

Now you lie in wait far, far across the universe

As I sink into murky depths and come undone.

You are untouchable like a distant diamond sky,

Untouchable, but burning brighter than the sun.

But somehow, somewhere, the thaw had begun.

I watched the mockingbirds flash their wings

As the sultry foxes sauntered in verdant fields,

Savoring the essence of a lavender spring.

Sometimes I think hear your distant whisper,

Train whistles echoing in the winter night.

Sometimes I see the glint of your smile

Sparkling in the brilliant morning sunlight.

Untouchable in this realm, forever in my heart,

I climbed down that rugged hill and let you go.

The snow shall fall, and we will meet once more

Somewhere, somehow…  I just know.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2015

January 14, 2015

Walk With Winter

Walk With Winter

Here in the wake of gentle morning hush,

shimmering sun rises in its scarlet blush,

whispering namaste in the bitter breeze

amidst the crow and bluejay’s fervent pleas.

Here in the woods, you are never alone;

nature comes alive in its welcoming home.

Squirrels bury nuts under the towering oak,

white-tails bolt as distant shots provoke.

Here the forest yields its stark winter scene,

all barren branches save for tiny evergreens.

These solitary pine trees, if they grow at all,

shall grow ever strong, ever free, ever tall.

Here is where I long to sleep, in pale moonlight

beneath snowy blanket on long December nights.

Walk with winter, let broken hearts become whole,

with peace and serenity to ease your weary soul.

Colleen Keller Breuning

December 18, 2014

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

The Heights of Indigo

The Heights of Indigo

I dream of love, the greatest gift

Of emotions that tantalize,

Blending us together in heart,

Infusing us with points of light.

Strolling in fields of honesty,

I dream of love, the greatest gift.

Golden beauty in morning sun,

I am mesmerized by your glow.

When honesty shines down on me

And humankind bestows its fate,

I dream of love, the greatest gift

Dawning bright in December skies.

Night gives in to hush of velvet,

We scale the heights of indigo.

As pure passion binds us as one,

I dream of love, the greatest gift.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2014

December 7, 2014

Mother Moon

Mother Moon

Pale moon shining on fields below,

Nature’s langiappe in golden glow.

Soft winds blowing through pinewood trees,

Listening to my fervent pleas.

Mother moon, murmur to the night;

Hide deep within her starry light.

Hear me willow, and weep for me,

Listening to my fervent pleas.

No need for sun or morning dew,

All I ever needed was you.

Clouds break over turbulent seas,

Listening to my fervent pleas.

Pale moon shining on fields below,

Listening to my fervent pleas.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2014

December 3, 2014