Faith Wood

Rookie (Albany, Ny)

Bridges Over Moats - Poem by Faith Wood

I scattered my plans around the seawater
another sprinkle with each passing wave
It was as if they were ashes-
as good as dead
We made all these plans
but now they lie beneath their grave stones-
as good as dead

We try with every square inch of energy
to create an abundance of happiness in these situations
Taking the dead vines, and hoping in their spot
a bit of green grows
But like gems we keep them too close,
suffocating the chlorophyll until nothing can grow
and each time, a piece of me begins to die

But we have dreams to surpass this-
Build bridges over the moats we form,
crossing only two by two because three is a crowd
A few deep yoga breaths
and I'm well on my way to keeping a loose grip
We all long for closed fists
but we just need a good breathing session

We paint our voices in color
to keep eachother intune and not so stagnant
Must be diligent to reach the positive side
and keep our feet walking in straight lines
But at times we swerve
and jerk out into the bushes and dirt
and then somehow, we find our way back

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 23, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 5, 2011


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