Welcome to Word Play Wednesday!
Word Play Wednesday is a weekly feature of written and spoken word poetry. I will be sharing my written and spoken word poems in addition to poems by other wonderful Poets both past and present. If you are interested in sharing some of your poetry, feel free to buzz me and we can work something out.
I hope that you enjoy reading and listening to our thoughts, feelings and rants and in many ways relate to some of them.
Enjoy!
This week I will be sharing a poem I recently wrote inspired by a book I read not too long ago. I hope you like it.
Bridges
I cross this bridge,
and I look back.
To friendships built on school playgrounds.
Forming archways as families converge like rivers at a confluence town.
We link arms together
like Nokia Connecting people.
Brothers and sisters we are
bonded by love and laughter.
Still, we branch out.
A tree of life,
that grows and grows,
Into a garden filled with
berries, apples, peaches and plums.
Yet, we choose to eat the forbidden.
And with it comes new seasons
as leaves turn yellow and fall.
Leaving us bare
with no place to hide.
This can not be washed with hyssop,
cannot be washed away with salt water.
We sit at the banks of the river
and wonder how we got here.
How the wind that blows in good tidings
can also bring in the flood.
There is nothing left.
Only broken hearts and broken people.
Although this place is a haven of sweet memories, a sanctuary, a home.
There is only one way out.
So I light the match,
watch it burn
and fall like the one in London
the children sing in their songs.
Do not pour water!
Because,
Sometimes,
Bridges are for burning.
-Biyai
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