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