© Gwen Dubeau - All Rights Reserved

My latest books now available for purchase, please see links below. Thank you for your interest and enjoy your visit.

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Grass Apartment















Last years peeps
filling sweet air
amidst blue skies
no cares.

You hatched
you grew
you flew

New life 
displayed among branches
safe from lurking eyes
hungry stomachs
sharp teeth

Safety found
high above ground

A new family will come
raising each one
new day, new way

Refresh revise renew
Life in full circle. 

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Winter Sheath





















Wind
Ice
Cold
Rain

Darkness
Light takes stage
Future unfolds

Ice fingers dangle
Pink with cold
Pricked and worn

Gloves, hats
Perched
No match for the temperature.

Spring releasing winters noose
Whispering hope
Into longing ears.

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Life Portrait

















You don't know what it's like
until your phone rings off the hook
It's not your friends calling.

You don't know what it's like
until you are worried where you'll get your next meal.

You don't know what it's like 
until you wake yourself up wondering if you paid that over due bill.

You don't know what it's like to want to meet your maker with open arms
and wonder if you ever will. 

You don't know what it's like 
until you tell your scared child everything will be alright.

You don't know what it's like
until you question how long it's been since you have seen your parents. 

You don't know what it's like 
until you feel someone else's pain like it's your own.

Open your eyes
there are more opinions that have meaning you may never know.

Live life ~ It is what makes one happy. 

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Love Tongue


















Heat, light
color bursts forth
blowing the curls
swirling deep in the mind

Pink in hue
delight and teach.
Day to show love
to those that knew

Engage love, let it in
lingering on the tongue 
twisted and furled

Heart spent
forever held 
Bold emotions
spun, made true. 

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Safe















Mid autumn morning
an ordinary day

Busy with chores
daughter, my love, watching television. 

I leave the room
in search of something
I hear a noise, a sputter, a cough, a gasp

What is it? "You OK honey?" I ask. 
Nothing but another sputter, a strangled breath. 

Horror fills me to the core 
What ifs on my mind
no time for that now

I meet her, gasping, holding her throat
a nightmare come true for any parent

A candy is lodged deep, choking
unknowing of its capabilities

I grab her, a few squeezes fail
Nothing more than panic and gasps between us

Running out of time
maternal instincts kick in

Memories of CPR from long ago greet me
Take hold, fingers frantic but strong and searching

Feel the ball of confection choking the life
my love is waiting for action

A pull and it's over
a deep inhale is music to my ears
my heart and soul sing out

A life saved, lesson learned
Love lives on another day
Strong hands and quick mind prevail

Safe is what we are

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Autumn

















Cool, crisp air whispers and blows.
Showing the season change has come again.

Tiny signs display truth of time passed. 
Only a short time before more changes arrive. 

Stone of gray and berries of vermilion
tell a tender story for those who listen.

Drift a while on the autumn air
that surrounds and transpires. 

Hope is found, all around
from mountaintops to tiny pebbles. 

I feel the beauty that is the season,
I let it tickle and taunt me. 

Stay here, just for a little while longer. 

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Tempting Eyes

















Dark eyes peer down upon. 
While outside the window, wind gusts.

A crow caws in the distance, I hear him scream.

Moon rises on this hollow land, 
spreading light in its span. 

Dark feelings wash over me. 

The taste of something sweet heavy on my tongue. 
Inhibiting thee, my visions lost. 

"It will pass" many lips whisper.
Dark eyes peering within the soul.

Down deep to the ground my feelings go.
Wind whipping and spirits grow. 

Still, a candle flickers on the table,
emotion rises, light splitting angles. 

A different perspective won that day.
It is ok to feel dismay, 
when the sun returns to sweep it away.