I miss
talking to you –
just words, tumbling spillling –
building pathways, bridges, doorways
for us
instead,
we’re building walls,
smooth and pale as marble,
so high it’s hard to reach and place
new stones
and yet
we bring out steps
we make the effort, climb
ladders, raise those white walls ever
higher
we carve
harsh words, shed tears
into the stone. We set
our fear, our anger, solidly
too deep
we need
catastrophe
fire, flood, storm, something fierce –
reminding us of what we stand
to lose
A Crapsey cinquain for Laura at dVerse.
Sarah writes poems 
Shat brilliance in that last stanza after the build-up…
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Oh no..could you edit……I am so sorry… What…
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🤭🤭🤭
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The most hilarious typo ever, Ain!! 😀 😀
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I like the imagery of the wall too high to place new stones.
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Oh, how true Sarah — but will we ever learn!?
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The sad thing is those extreme weather events – or the tenuous situation with Russia – could make this poem prophetic all too soon. My old brain can hardly wrap itself around what a mess we humans have made of living on this planet. We have so much to lose, and have already lost so much.
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Sad that we need reminders to realize what we have to lose. sigh
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Really like this Sarah, there’s a universality and flexibility to it in that it’s one those poems that the reader can project their own situation and/or concerns onto it. You make it look easy when it’s not!…JIM
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I agree about the rorschach quality of your words. So much of our lives can be projected into them, from micro to macro. (K)
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“building pathways, bridges, doorways.”
“we carve harsh words, shed tears into the stone.”
excellent running metaphor.
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felt the tension stanza after stanza and the ending one, with all the mess, is where lies the heart of the chaos. beautiful.
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sheer brilliance Sarah – the whole poem conjures something hard, immutable like marble but the urge to break through, surely the water that smooths a way through the stone?
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A brilliant metaphor, Sarah–so beautifully written. it’s so sad that we often need a catastrophe to see.
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I love how you start gently and build tension gradually to end with the chaos of catastrophe.
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The negative, the positive, the yin, the yang …. you are right, we do need both to understand what is most important. Beautifully penned.
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catastrophe is at hand ~
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Oh yes… I wonder if current events are catastrophic enough
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I really enjoyed the honesty and wisdom of this poem. It really suited the form.
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The tension builds up at a perfect pace in this, Sarah.
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