Posted by: Colleen Keller Breuning | November 10, 2015

Never What You See

Never What You See

Photograph by Colleen 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

 

Posted by: Colleen Keller Breuning | November 3, 2015

Amiss

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Shenandoah National Park – Colleen 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

Posted by: Colleen Keller Breuning | October 20, 2015

Liar, Liar (A Sonnet)

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Photo by Morgue File © 2015

Liar, Liar (A Sonnet)

The sun bows to you in grand reception,
Falling prey to your charms, walking through fire,
Caught in your wicked web of deception
while you smile… pathological liar.

What’s your excuse, were you dropped on your head
Or pinched by forceps in your great escape?
Unleashing demons ‘til the world has bled;
The bile on your tongue tastes like sour grapes.

Say what you will, for nobody believes
Your rhetoric. Here’s a word to the wise:
Your crimes are far worse than beggars and thieves.
Your half-truths are the most cowardly lies.

You refuse to live by the golden rule…
But six feet of earth make us all equal.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2015
October 20, 2015

Posted by: Colleen Keller Breuning | October 12, 2015

Refrain (A Kyrielle Sonnet)

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“Park City Sunset” by Colleen Breuning © 2015

Refrain

Night echoes in my heavy heart
Painted darkness, my work of art.
Words and anguish mingle with rain,
My soul released with each refrain.

Voices clash, intentions aground
When everyone has his own sound.
Sing out chorus, relieve this pain,
My soul released with each refrain.

Hope abides in blue skies and seas,
The mountain range, the forest breeze.
Harmony restores, peace sustains,
My soul released with each refrain.

Night echoes in my heavy heart,
My soul released with each refrain.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2015
October 12, 2015

Posted by: Colleen Keller Breuning | October 7, 2015

Amethyst Sky

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Photo 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

Posted by: Colleen Keller Breuning | September 28, 2015

Blood Moon

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Colleen Keller Breuning © 2015

Blood Moon

Crickets harmonize
a rhapsody in August,
sweet background singers

Pregnant clouds hover
in crisis of confidence,
summer rain debate.

Warm wind blows gently,
dissolving clouds to fine mist;
light shines through its haze

Earth casts dark shadows,
aligning with sun and moon
in black velvet skies.

Raging with color,
Luna rises triumphant,
on her throne of blood.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2015
September 28, 2015

Posted by: Colleen Keller Breuning | September 22, 2015

Between Black and White

 Between Black & White

Between Black and White

Between black and white, there lies a lot of gray.
Colors mingle, fading away in a torrent of tears.
I was stuck in the past, longing for yesterday…
Caught up in a tangled web of pain and fears.

Colors mingle, fading away in a torrent of tears,
Heart crushed beneath an avalanche of sorrow.
Caught up in a tangled web of pain and fears…
The hours slipped away with dread for tomorrow.

Heart crushed beneath an avalanche of sorrow,
Tripping over countless lies and a barrage of sins.
The hours slipped away with dread for tomorrow…
In games of a kid – rock paper scissors – nobody wins.

Tripping over countless lies and a barrage of sins,
I could no longer distinguish between truth or reality.
In games of a kid – rock paper scissors – nobody wins…
When merely breathing seems an exercise in futility.

I could no longer distinguish between truth or reality,
Drowning in a deep pool of denial every single night.
When merely breathing seems an exercise in futility…
I lifted my head, opened my eyes to the purest light.

Drowning in a deep pool of denial every single night,
Replaying the tape in countless loops inside my mind.
I lifted my head, opened my eyes to the purest light…
Finally, a place to rest and leave my troubles behind.

Replaying the tape in countless loops inside my mind,
Searching for answers, testing the limits of my sanity.
Finally, a place to rest and leave my troubles behind…
This was the beginning of my quest for serenity.

Searching for answers, testing the limits of my sanity,
Learning secrets of a dark world I didn’t want to know.
This was the beginning of my quest for serenity…
With the stark realization that I had to let you go.

Learning secrets of a dark world I didn’t want to know,
I slowly gained the strength to cast away the strife
With the stark realization that I had to let you go…
In time, you healed, bringing color back into my life.

I slowly gained the strength to cast away the strife;
I was stuck in the past, longing for yesterday.
In time, you healed, bringing color back into my life…
Between black and white, there lies a lot of gray.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2015
September 22, 2015

This is a deca-pantoum poem dedicated to my son Vincent. Thank you to all my family and friends who knowingly (and unknowingly) supported our family with love and prayers during our journey…. I am eternally grateful.

Posted by: Colleen Keller Breuning | September 15, 2015

Out of My Mind

Out of My Mind
Out of My Mind (A Quatern)

I can’t get you out of my mind,
All those memories left behind.
You don’t call me or speak my name…
Leave me drowning in guilt and shame.

Lost at sea, coastline undefined,
I can’t get you out of my mind.
Lonely echoes in drop of pin…
Sad silence blowing in the wind.

Slipping away to fields of black
Where rogue trains jump the railroad track
I can’t get you out of my mind…
Love has rendered me mute and blind.

Fires of anguish have left a hole
Burning deep down within my soul
Tears of torment are all I find…
I can’t get you out of my mind.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2015
September 15, 2015

Posted by: Colleen Keller Breuning | September 6, 2015

Tattoo Me

Tattoo Me

Tattoo Me

In the realm of the mad god
where desperation seems real,
I am a man of a thousand faces
hiding beneath ink and steel.

Self-praise is no recommendation,
for I am a deviant to behold.
You cannot see beneath my skin
where the real drama unfolds.

Years of torture and abuse
hidden away, stripped of pride.
Cut the rope and tie me up,
one hundred lashes, my pleas defied.

Because I am so horrendous,
you shudder and back away in fear.
But you cannot comprehend my pain
and you cannot see my tears.

Cruelty has scarred my heart
as the needle scarred my hide.
Though I’ll never reveal myself to you…
I am still human deep down inside.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2015
September 6, 2015

Posted by: Colleen Keller Breuning | September 1, 2015

To Mingle With Shooting Stars

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To Mingle With Shooting Stars

These tired bones ache
and the futile tears fall
undetected, unrelenting,
like soft rain on a summer day.

The wind stills in deference
to a radiant light rising up,
drawing closer, closer
as I crawl to the precipice.

I am about to take my last voyage,
a great leap in the dark
where faith meets fate,
where screams in dreams are silenced.

Will I fall like a lead weight
or sprout butterfly wings;
sink into the fiery depths
or ascend a stairway to heaven?

Plunged into the frigid darkness,
holy water seeps through my skin,
coming clean of past transgressions,
purifying my tarnished soul.

Thunder shakes heaven and earth,
the sentinel angels have spoken;
my body and spirit finally set free
to mingle with shooting stars.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2015
September 1, 2015

For my dear friend Deborah Truitt…RIP.  I love you.

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