Fletcher's BridgeA Poem by Cord Moreski
I traveled to the lake of my past
where my childhood ran joyfully free.
I walked onto the bridge that day
‘Oh nostalgia set me free.’
There it began to rain and gust
while the tree boughs dripped soaking wet.
The lily pads floated atop of the lake’s surface
as the sins washed down my back.
And there they spilled onto the floor
while I searched for identity.
The birds flapped their wings
letting the floral scent of life
ring its essence through me.
Then the rain dried to a halt
and I found what I was looking for.
Beyond the lily pads and the rain drop’s clatter
you will find your reflection along the water.
© 2012 Cord Moreski
Shelved in 6 LibrariesAdded on August 3, 2012
Last Updated on December 6, 2012
Ocean Grove, NJ
AboutMy name is Cord, and I have been writing poetry since I was fourteen years old.I am now twenty -five years of age, and I am currently residing in New Jersey. What inspires me to write would be the ref.. more..
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