Sunday, April 17, 2011

Sunday April 17,2011 NaPoWriMo Day #17

NaPoWriMo Day #17

Girl on the Bridge
Early morning
Darkness outside my window
I turn to the East
To the endless distance
That separates us
Your presence is near

Drums beat
The day begins
My desk is cluttered
And stacked with
Books and paper
The cluttered living space
Indicates a cluttered mind
But my mind is clean


As if the housekeeper has
Been here and left everything


Distant drums beat
The sounds of my heart
Rumble across the sage
Secrets whispered
New dawn coming
The code is hard to break

We speak to each other
Hardly aware of the
Meanings of the words
Yet we speak
And we speak again
We cry
We plead
So anxious to say
Forget to listen

Snatch vibrations
From the air
Like puzzle pieces
Nothing fits
No image is made
No clues given

We alter the pieces
Force them together
Seek the solution
Deny the answers given

Look again to endless distance
Unfold the map
Find the coordinates
North south east and west
Slowly draw fingers
Across Rivers
And seas

There you are
On the bridge of the foot
We will meet
My eyes will recognize
The girl on the bridge


jaerose said...

Thank you from this girl..the thing about bridges is they can take you somewhere better..if you choose to cross them..the puzzle seems easy if it is only to get from one side to another but so many things blow you off course..looking westwards back to you..Jae

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Thispoem really drew me in....the drums beating....the mind empty "as if the housekeeper has been here and left everything spotless" the drawing of the fingers across rivers and mountains......lovely to read, such a pleasure.

Brian Miller said...

i am glad you were there to recognize her and capture a bit of her in your she crosses the bridge to tomorrow...

Mary said...

This is a mystical poem, Annell. It kind of reminded me of a poem I wrote once about meeting a young blonde-haired girl in a dreamlike setting and then realizing it was ME as a child. Perhaps this girl was a younger you as well?