Day 28: Prompts were write about a bridge and write a matter/anti-matter poem.
To get to the other side
You tried to make it rain
on our parade as it headed
steadfastly over the bridge.
But what does it matter to you
if the bridge is going nowhere?
We both know the truth,
that you never intended to cross.
And that means it’s just a mirage
leading to a place only exalted
by lunatics and dreamers,
while you ensure your feet remain solidly
on the side of Reason and Provable Things.
But do keep looking for us as you scowl,
we’ll be waving from a shore
made of gibberish and borogoves.
~ Liesl Dineen 2015