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Blank Verse: Remnants
Our sultry summer days are swallowing
Their self esteem. The climate falls away-
We tumble down to knees conditioned.
Coarse letters flee concealment recklessly
While bridges doctored kindly do cheat me
Of safety in deep sleep and needed dreams
Wood slowly crumbles under the weight of
our lagging feet. I see scarlet leaves dance
shy in building breeze. I swear they laugh at
promises I did not keep. Wind pushes
and shoves us back to the beginning where
you and I exchange stale stories under
oak trees. Tongues more tied than free spoke silent,
Answering questions- we provoke distressed
memories. With the word exchange chipping
my inquisitive teeth, I run dry of
curiosity. Now, I wonder, “ Do
bridges feel the same to us all?” Brittle
And briefly, they sway in the autumn like
migrating humming birds just flying through.
When torn away to tend to something new,
They seem to fall and break, unlike statues.
Is the water too deep for you to cross
alone? Will you drown when our bridges are
gone? Water seeps into my weary lungs
and I know, bridges are but ashes before
gasoline- I let some stay but burn those
lacking the emotional entity we need.
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