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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Author:
kitty the naughty poet (
Offline) - Published: May 3rd, 2022 00:50
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Comments5
A strong poem out here .. good one kitty
Very good emotive words Katie.
Andy
Turn back there Kitty. That's not the way to Sir's place. You'll burn up! lol
Wow Kitty. The images appearing as I read these lines are so real and fiery.
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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