my feet are bare, and I walk the planks,

the worn grooves of us touching sole

to soul and spanning our arc of

want to need, but never quenching.

a redirect above, across, and beyond

the free flow of sea just beneath and

underfoot. I could live in salt, pack my

wounds with the sting. my feet are exposed,

and I walk the planks of this bridge to nowhere.

and in between–

© Grace Black

Poetry Month continues, and this is Day 27 of NaPoWriMo for me. Today’s prompt was to write a bridge poem.

30 poems in 30 days. Do you dabble in word play as well? Let’s create 30 in 30.

Love and Ink,



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