The Land Without Bridges Poem by Scarlett Treat
The Land Without Bridges
I went there, once, a long, long time ago,
For I felt I just had to go...
This world was so cruel to me,
And alone was the only thing I wanted to be.
So off I went, to this special place,
Where I didn't have to talk to anyone,
I could be completely alone,
And see no other face.
I stayed there, day in, day out.
I spoke to no other person,
I cried my tears alone,
My soul withdrew, I was just there,
No one else to see my pain,
No one else to bear my hurt...
But no one else to cause my heart
To no longer ache.
So I cut a tree or three,
And I built a bridge
To take me back to the other side,
So I was no longer alone.
I discovered somewhere on my trip
That bridges go both ways...
Scarlett Treat
April 21,2009
Written especially for Jim Hogg...who is on his own journey!
Might women be more gregarious than men - roughly speaking - and more into lands full of bridges... just wondering... I'm not sure if I'm a bridge builder or bridge burner these days.... I keep an axe handy - mainly for cutting away trees that might be felled across to my side of the river... and suspect that if I'd lived 50k years ago I would have been leading my tribe (oops, there's a slip) towards the most isolated territory I could find. But this poem reaches out to the need within us all for the human contact that makes life meaningful... You have a great poetic heart Linny... xxx
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4/26/2024 12:36:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Bridge that gap. What would we do without them. I love bridges, some plain, some fancy, but all doing a good job. Lovely poem about an unusual subject. Well produced. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX