BRIDGING THE REALITY GAP

 

(#TBT new poem, same old lost path)

 

The bridge is out

Going nowhere

(As I am)

Expected to walk

My honest path

Somehow stumbled onto a

Yellowing brick road

While the wizard west of me

Hiding behind the curtain of potency

No real name

No identity

Siren sings in his masculinity

Is he real?

Can bots be programmed to write poetry?

That’s what he must be…

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens

IMAGE: me on the Suwanee

 

I’LL CROSS THAT BRIDGE WHEN I COME TO IT

Looks like I did

Cross it

Tried not to anticipate

Trouble

But no choice

Had to cross

And murmuring the words

Magical words

Did not help

Did not make the problem

Disappear

Is there another idiom

A counter-spell

To make it all right

In the mind?

Well, perhaps

The problem

Will become

Water under the bridge

And all will be right with

The world

Once again…

© 2015 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Me at Suwanee River