Everything must come to an end and so does the summer sky.
Without a warning
the clouds of fall began to cover this heart of mine
and the sadness & darkness begins to creep back again.

Atlas

It cannot be found

Within the confines

Of my mind ...


Years have stalked me

Somewhere in the deep

Hanging on to the precipice ...


Emotional

As In life my face to the sun

Defying the grip that comes ...


From below

I feel the warmth

The glow on my skin

The grip is loosed

As the beast transforms ...


From clay to wax

Warm rays of life giving

Sun

Have radiated through

My being ...


Only for it have been melted

Fast away

Once again summer is here to stay ...


No One

Wants you so

The way I feel for you

When summer has ended

Will you end too ...*


Debbie Brooks 2014

The Beloved
enters like a mist
When in stillness
Lays a kiss

Disarms my words
eludes my eyes
pages empty
the ink run dry

Hours gaze
from a clock with no face
free from the hands
of time and space

Pulsing chamber of light
that of a lantern
of a wayfaring messenger, she says
“I am not writer, I am written”