Debra

On August 11, 2017March 31, 2025 By Jerry BrothertonIn Poetry, Rhyming14 Comments

The world may hold other pretty faces

With fiery red hair crowning genius poll

They can come from different countries and races

But they will all pale in the light of your soul

Their splendor is shadowed when in your light

Their essence becomes tarnished and rusted

Because your elegance always shines bright

And It’s for your love that I’ve always lusted

Your grandeur comes from deep within your heart

While their beauty barely scratches their surface

Your love and mine cannot be torn apart

I often wonder what I did to deserve it

You took a broken child riddled with fear

Your Love enveloped me and made me whole

So even now, in these frail fading years

I still Love you more than you’ll ever know

Sunflowers

On August 10, 2017March 31, 2025 By Jerry BrothertonIn Poetry, Rhyming14 Comments

I journeyed deep along mountain paths

Contemplating life’s complexities

By chance, a wondrous meadow did pass

Its perfume afloat a restful breeze

Widely I gazed yet could see no end

Swaying and moving to nature’s strain

Wildflowers surfing on summer’s wind

Their brown faces crowned in yellow reign

With poet’s hand I devoured the scene

But words to their song I could not lend

Yet I watched them dance upon the green

My saddened heart rose and I did mend

Though I could not capture the repose

With failing words I sadly moved on

My tablet filled with half-written prose

And pen eager to sing unheard songs

That Red-Haired Girl

On August 9, 2017March 31, 2025 By Jerry BrothertonIn Non Fiction, Short Stories24 Comments

Every person’s destiny is created by a single point in time and we are forever tied to that event. That moment when the world starts to make sense and the pages in the book of our life, unfolds to reveal a glimpse of what will become our destiny. Every decision we make and every action we take for the rest of our lives, will always bring us back to that exact moment. For me, October 7th, 1972 at 8:16AM was that moment.

You walked directly toward me, emerging from the early morning fog like a mystical goddess passing through the veil between heaven and earth. As I watched you float down the gravel road my heart tried desperately to escape my chest and join you; longing to intertwine with your soul. Blood rushed through my body until my head became light and my vision began to fade. I had to look away or fall to the ground.

It was that instance that marked the beginning of the end of my innocents. I knew in that moment, I would have to forfeit my youthful ways and learn to deal with the raging hormones of puberty. I understood that time and nature would force me to relinquish my body to the sometimes exciting, but usually frightening, world of a teenager. Although at the time I could not tell you so… I knew that moment marked the beginning of the rest of my life. Oh how I have love that life.