A poem a week for a year. |
| Nomad Song Three Rubicons crossed, a pair of bridges burned, a single soul sedentary spurred beyond settling, takes the open road, a new horizon opens, the unknown beckons, miles pass by like years, the familiar fades, change becomes the norm. Roots torn from moorings entwine with alien soil the heart embraces faces, friends on other shores. Until the next bridge looms, home flourishes again. Line count: 16 Free verse For Promptly Poetry, Week 46 Prompt: Photograph of a bridge. |