Wednesday, April 29, 2015

NaPoWriMo Day #28

The prompt over at NaPoWriMo today was:  Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about bridges. A bridge is a powerful metaphor, and when you start looking for bridges in poems, you find them everywhere. Your poem could be about a real bridge or an imaginary or ideal bridge. It could be one you cross every day, or one that simply seems to stand for something larger – for the idea of connection or distance, for the idea of movement and travel and new horizons.

Always Never

I wanted to reach inside you.
You know, dip my fingers into
The hidden well of the real you.
I wanted to churn her like butter,
Soften the hard parts of this world
I know you’ve been forced to swallow.
I was walking so close to the core
Of what you and me could have been.
Skipping circles, I was giddy
As a school girl in a short skirt,
Waiting for the perfect walking
Distance for us to just touch.
I was fully there, ready to jump
Inside the chance, willing to live
Inside the fragile ring of hope
You gathered between your palms,
Just dragging me along, something silly,
Something young and dumb,
Something I wasn’t but was willing
To be for a moment, or a year,
Just to get within reaching distance
Of the chance we tried to take;
But the weight of our wanted was
Shifting too fast, or maybe I was
Just pushing you, or your pulling
The hurt in my need along too hard,
A wrecking ball, a hard crush,
A path too winding beneath
The scared steps of our feet.  Unsure,
We slipped apart like a bad break,
Wires accidentally crossed, a message
Marred in the static subtraction
Of words said but never heard:
A misunderstanding, like a bridge
That broke in half while we were
Walking across, each of us forever
Trapped on separate sides.

No comments:

Post a Comment

Thank you for taking the time to comment, it is so appreciated. Your thoughts and critiques are always welcome! I will be by to visit your blog soon!