Poem: The Borderline


by Debi


living on the borderline –

he needs you to be crazy for if it isn’t you then who could it be he can’t risk being crazy because blame is easier than self-reflection even while eternally gazing at himself you’d think he’d see the truth but the warped mirror allows only distorted appearances open to myriad interpretations and misinterpretations

existing on the margin –

he requires you to be irrational for if it isn’t you then who could it be he’s unable to chance being out of his mind because denunciation of the other is simpler than personal implications even while ceaselessly contemplating his own reflection you’d expect he’d perceive the reality but the deformed glass sanctions no more than misleading forms accessible to countless views and realities

Poem: The Leaf’s Glow


A Verbal Photograph by Debi
A single glowing leaf, somehow standing upright amid the other wet leaves on the path, needed to be recorded.  And I’d forgotten my camera.


wet leaves turn to darkness underfoot
even the sun can’t bring their colors to life
one leaf alone
standing upright between its darkened comrades
as a low winter sun beam
creates backlit beauty
of this leaf
this single leaf
this single autumn leaf
this single autumn fallen leaf
alive on the path
vibrant glowing radiant
stand tall small leaf
catch the sun and don’t let go
as you stand fearlessly
above the densely trodden crowd
your true nature is revealed
the world needs your beauty
now
in this dark time
on the cusp of winter