Stand…..
when dirt and detritus mar your clean image
when storms rage and acid rain pits your pristine walls
when the weight of the world breaks through your surface
Stand….
and allow the fullness of time to soften your edges
and allow your pilings to resist the forces of water
and allow the weight of weary travelers to rest on your back
Stand…
so I can breach the chasm between Here and There
so I can peek over your side, safe from silent currents
so I can pretend we have conquered the natural elements
♦ ♦ ♦
Poem #2 for Voices of Poetry and Prose Photo Prompt Mondays. Can you guess what it is? Go check her photo out! Then go to my other blog and see my OTHER poem! LOL, I had time on my hands today at the orthodontists’ office…..
Fantasies of a Forlorn Fairy 
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Does it count as peeking when you see Kirsten’s Photo .. first? THEN see your poem? Hope not! No burning bridges here! Your poem is far more descriptive than mine! Wonderful!
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I beg to differ, I liked yours much better so we will agree to disagree! And no it doesn’t count, goofy!
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Fair enough! 🙂
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