When I first
Saw snow flakes
They look like
Kind of cotton pieces
Light in weight
White in color

As leaves started
Changing colors
Into golden yellow
I thought of it's beauty
But, to my surprise they
Started falling
This is my first time
I have seen trees completely
Losing all of the leaves
But stay alive. It was wonder to
Me. How can that happen
Later I get used to it

Like a child I play with snow
Making snowman and hitting
Friends with snow *****

My childhood was snowless
Now I am fulfilling my desire
Because there is no age limit for
Having fun and joy

I may have missed out on life's little things,
like winning an Oscar, a Grammy.
I sure have gained life's big things,
like being the best in the school play
and singing in the choir.

I never got the Nobel Prize ever,
So I settled for the big prizes instead.
Hugs from my friends and
that look from my crush.

Somehow never desired little things
money could buy - a Birkin or a Ferrari.
But cherished the big things
money could never buy,
the bag mum knit and
the high of riding on dad's shoulders.

I miss those days when games meant,
Hide and Seek, I spy, Blind man's buff, Cops and Robbers.
Games were not downloaded then.

I miss the times when trips meant
camping in the backyard.
Those days days when
the tooth fairy and Santa did visit me.

I would love to have one more day
to live that carefree life again...

In my search for YOU
I want to lose myself...

Poetry to me is the expression of one’s own heartbeat.

Just as its rhythmic presence fluctuates or subsides at different intervals of our lives.

Poetry is universally recognized by all.

There is an immediate touch

Melancholy

Yesterday

Tomorrow

Skulking somewhere in the deep


The voices echo

Through my head

The voices are foreign

I cant quite make out the sound

But you are here I know

My poetry speaks

It says to you

Kiss the thought I have so new

In the shadow of the dawn

There was the touch

That everyone looks toward

The light...

My twilight poetry


“If it is a miracle any sort of evidence will answer but if it is a fact than proof is necessary.” Mark Twain



Debbie Brooks 2014