Fletcher's BridgeA Poem by Cord MoreskiI 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. Cord Moreski © 2012 Cord Moreski
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Added on August 3, 2012Last Updated on December 6, 2012 AuthorCord MoreskiOcean Grove, NJAboutMy 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..Writing
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