Burning bridges

kitty the naughty poet

I attempted to mend the broken bridge.

with wooden planks that would fill the gap

between you and me.

over the ocean and into the forest of dreams...

 

only looking up to witness with watery eyes

you taking a sledge hammer to the other side

piece by broken piece I let go.

let go of you and let go of the broken bridge.

watching with wide eyes as you pour the gas to start the fire.

setting it alight and watching it burn...

 

billowing with the black smoke of our broken dreams

climbing up to smother the moon

ablaze with the old wildfire of our fractured fantasies.

I sit amongst the pillows of memories

alone on the mother of mountains

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  • ChrisLyn🕊

    A strong poem out here .. good one kitty

  • Goldfinch60

    Very good emotive words Katie.

    Andy

  • orchidee

    Turn back there Kitty. That's not the way to Sir's place. You'll burn up! lol

  • Rozina

    Wow Kitty. The images appearing as I read these lines are so real and fiery.

  • L. B. Mek

    a great read!
    set my poetic imagination
    on fire, if you will...
    lol
    thank you! dear poet
    'billowing with the black smoke of our broken dreams
    climbing up to smother the moon
    ablaze with the old wildfire of our fractured fantasies.'
    (reminds me of 2021's
    decimation, wildfires
    in California..
    and within their horror
    Tales
    of fighting for survival
    were those broken hearted
    who felt nothing, while walking
    through those fumes
    since their lungs, were already
    chocking
    on ashes of love's, regret..)



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