Written for:  Carpe Diem #1248 – ending road


“What do we see? I see water and something that looks like a bridge or something. The bridge is broken and the path is ending … there is no way of passing through … or you have to have a boat or have to swim.”

wet feet
broken bridge
ends my path

© Chèvrefeuille (our host)

Here is my attempt:

my path
broken in two 
rising storm water

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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