of obstacles to fate

painted on
and curled
the waves of ocean
turn to foam
that sprays
the land with water
crashing into
rocks
on their way to the shore
interrupted
on their course
by the grand and sullen doors
of the shoreline's first guardians
the ocean draws into me
and i to it
but doors hold fast
so tightly knit
so neither i
to the ocean
can go
nor the ocean
to me
can come.

-D.B.
3/29/2014 & 4/4/2014

youth

seize this youth
like a flower in bloom
opening in spring
reaching for the sun
a rose petal
amidst its many peers
covered in dew
sweet honey drops,
fresh roots and buds.

-D.B.
3/25/2014 & 4/1/2014

falling falling falling

a leaf is falling falling falling
falling
for a gentle breeze.
she was falling falling falling
falling
from a rotten tree.
the tree did hate her take her break her
make her
heart feel so unclean.
each branch did hate her take her break her
make her
red so she could bleed.
it thought it had her heart her soul her love
her self
within its reach.
but no her heart her soul her love
her self
then found a way to leave.
so now she's falling falling falling
falling
to a love so sweet;
now she's falling falling falling
falling
love has set her free.

-D.B.
5/3/2012

missing sunsets

i've missed another sunset.
should i live another day,
i should not hope to do that
for it brings me too much pain.
to be left behind by sunset
is more than just a shame.
nothing left but soulful remnants,
fading colors of God's paints.
in missing just one sunset,
i have missed the rainbow flames:
they come forth from the distance
from a land that can't be claimed.
'i will never miss a sunset'
has become the false refrain
of my mind so drenched in sorrow
from the storm of sinful rain.
oh i wish i'd seen the sunset,
i've missed more than i can say.
like repetition of this rhyme
is repetition of this pain.

-D.B.
4/22-26/2013

Throwback #7

The spring wind blows furiously
the trees shake in rage
an owl whips by,
a much angered sage.
A leaf small and crippled
all alone since the fall
finally drops, drifts, and ripples
till there's peace among all.

-D.B.
2/11/2009
some edits 2/11/2013

Quatrain throwback #2

The lake rests secluded, protected by mist
till the urge to be found is too hard to resist.
So the lake sends the waves of her heart to the shore
but the shore sends them back for she is too pure.

-D.B.
4/2009

this is what it's like to break

you feel the rain hit your heart,
nothing happens.
trying to slice through rock
but it's only sweet water.
so the rain pounds faster,
still no luck.
a nagging feeling is all it leaves,
discomfort at worst.
so the rain makes way to hail
still nothing.
though the hail does not break,
neither does the rock.
so hail gives way to lightning.
there's a chance.
it does not hit the rock.
the rock remains uncracked,
the elements seem destined for defeat.

until you look at the big picture.

look at the rain.
it pools around the rock,
nearly drowning it.
look at the hail.
some melts and deepens the pool
some lingers,
lasting reminders of despair.
look at the lightning,
it misses the rock
but why?
its target was water
and with the elements combined
you see the rock give in,
a cold and hardened mess of me
drowning
in a pool of
pain
electrocuted
by pure
betrayal.


-D.B.
9/28/2012

fog on the water
waves crashing down
rocks smoothed by ocean
mist all around.
nothing more perfect
on the edge of land
a beautiful story
a beautiful plan.

-D.B.
10/2012

Leaves (Part 1)

You held them in your hands,
those leaves,
my trust, my love, my honesty.
"They're fragile things," I said.
"Those leaves,
they tend to tear too easily."
You said to me,
"Those leaves,
they'll be forever in my heart."
And so I let you hold
those leaves,
remember this, our start?
But then you took
those leaves,
And yes, in your heart they went,
but you forgot about
those leaves
And all that they had meant.
I found the first,
my trust,
and you had ripped it all apart,
and then you watched
my trust
in you gradually depart....

-D.B.
4/20-21/2010, 9/26/2012

Leaves (Part 2)

Then when nudged by
my love
you thought it best ignored.
And thus, neglected felt
my love
and that great leaf was torn.
And now you see
my honesty,
but what to do with this?
How to take
my honesty
and crush it in your fist?
You try and try but
my honesty,
resilient in its youth,
can't be but
my honesty
though I left it all to you.
But, my dear, when all
those leaves
of trust and love are gone,
the one that's left,
my honesty,
will not last for too long.
The edges of
my honesty
with time will start to tear,
and then all of
my honesty
will die when I can't care.

-D.B.
4/20-21/2010, 9/26/2012

grey clouds
smudged on a canvas of blue
soft as the sand.
a lazy artist
swirling the murk to life,
formless but living.
shafts of grey
slide to a mirror surface,
feet stepping on each other.
the ocean,
undulating to unheard rhythms,
a blend of swirls and ripples.
grey clouds
set free in waves and foam,
dancing to the shore.

D.B. 5/11-12/2012

when handed white paper i (part 2)

when handed white paper i (part 1)
add some
blue
navy and sky
rain and tears
flooding
the bottom border
wanting to drown me
but they won't
because next comes
yellow
sunny and mellow
sprinkles
on the whiteness
like sand
turn to
spikes
above the
blue
and in between is
green
to connect them
and to be itself
because
green
is more than just
blue and yellow
it is
green
and it points
north
south
diagonal
around
arrows creating
movement
around my
creation
green
the color of
me
not my favorite, just
me
i can be
yellow
happy as a buttercup
diligent as the bee
i can be
blue
sad as my tears
serene as gentle waves
but i am
green
as well
as much
yellow
as i am
blue
but
green
in my own right
because i am my
own
not simply a mixture
i am
nature
i am natural
beauty
i am nature's beautiful
hope

-D.B.
5/1-10/2012

dear can't you see

dear can't you see where I have brought you to,
the place of beauty's soul?
beyond the shoreline, in the mists,
where lightning rips, where thunder rolls.
dear do you fear for I have shown to you
a dark and empty hole?
it waits for you, you are the key,
you'll bring My light, the light it stole.
dear will you listen to My silence?
it embodies all you know.
when all is calm and storm has left
and you're still here
but not alone.

-D.B.
10/2011

Series (Part 3 of 3): "I'm flying up above the clouds--"

I’m flying up above the clouds—

Yes it is, for the final time,

A dream of mine

And something I

Think I’d really like to try—

I see the sea, blue, clear to—

Hell would pour me half the trouble

Society and conscience pours!

They dare to gather in a huddle

And say they’ve heard it all before—

I greet the mountains with—

A whisper in my head you see,

Or two, they’re fighting constantly!

One gives me very pretty rhymes,

The other bashes them each time—

And when I wake, I think, “Adventure—

It’s quite alright, I understand,

I’m speaking to explain.

I’ve never been too good at that;

I’ll write so its more plain.

-D.B.

2/14/2010