Two poems by Barbara Brooks

Alone in my Bed

Alone in my bed,
I wait for the sleeping pill
to work its magic.
I am envious of my dog;
he falls asleep
after the requisite three
turns. He curls his head
onto his feet, his tail
warms his nose.

………….Turning left to right, right to left
………….to find a spot where the ache
………….in my side will cease.

Moon drops its shine
through the slats of my shade.
Outside, wind dances in the chimes.
Quiet is broken by falling leaves.

………….I ease into sleep,
………….hope not to wake
………….to my scattered dreams.

Breaking Apart

Sun breaks over the horizon,
opening a new day.
But now you have broken
off all conversation. What have
I done to halt our speaking
with respect to each other?  

It has put a brake on friendship.
I don’t feel broken hearted,
I guess I should be. It was
a long friendship but as you
said all things must come to an end. 

So I go along with my day,
your memory fading
like a breaking wave on the beach.

Barbara Brooks, a Pushcart nominee, and author of the chapbooks The Catbird Sang, A Shell to Return to the Sea and Water Colors is a retired physical therapist. Her work has appeared in Knee Brace Press, Remington Review, Silkworm and Backchannels, among others. She has lived and worked in the South all her life. She currently lives in Hillsborough, North Carolina, with her dog.

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