Best Poems Written by Donald Bergeson

Braque Windsor

I cannot fall asleep.
I cannot sing a tune.
The forest at my window creeps.
Like soft wind rubbing a balloon.
Hear the end where the air seeps?
Poetry is jejune,
And Love and Laughter make not a peep.
Life, spoiled so soon
—a hired goon.

Gone any felicity.
Gone the hushed and whispered savior's prayer.
cupid enrobed with pearléd dimity. 
The carpet's patterns cont. swirling in the air.
Tonight the red brick of the city
Shaken by an earthquake's rare ensnare.
Poseidon bless me with your ring,
A diamond and string.

Poison apples oft
Give freedom to their eater.
This skin is much too soft.
The smoke smelled of the cedar
of the woods where I grew up.
Mother's car that was a beater.
Grandpa's military loft
where all the trash was strewn,
a beggars throne.

Copyright © Donald Bergeson | Year Posted 2015