Thursday, April 12, 2007

Poetry Thursday -- borrowed line

Defenses Breeched

Once burned, twice high I
Stacked the bricks and tangled
Twigs like barbed wire atop
That place where emotions
Bubble out so not to strand
A tender soul once more in
Firing range.

But bit by bit, like drops of
Water hitting stone to make
Sand washing to the ocean shore
The wall crumbled away and I was
Rescued from the world of one
Or was it just a flimsy fence
And he a man of steel.

Thanks to Marcia for the closing lines of this poem. I actually read her poem after I finished mine and we certainly had two different takes on it. Just goes to show the versatility of language.


Crafty Green Poet said...

This is very true. I like the comparison you make with water turning rock into sand.

gautami tripathy said...

Sometimes it is the other way round. Water can harden the sand back into rock, cementing it.

That's how I felt reading that incorporated last line in here.

It does have different interpretations.