BRIDGE
Because love suffocates
behind closed walls, it dares
bare its very soul and
brave heartaches so love can
bridge the barriers fear
built among hearts and
bring healing Grace to all.
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The poem is a pleiades, essentially a poem with seven lines that begins with the same letter and with six syllables each.
MY WALL 
There’s something about small wooden bridges that just relax the mind, Maybe the stream or the feel of it when you lean over to take it all in 🙂
So true. And old country bridges somehow evoke romance, an old-fashioned one at that. 🙂
Exactly ☺️
Never heard of a pleiades – lovely! I see you’re also focused on Maine, which I’ve been visiting this month. What a beautiful place!
Hi, Tina. Thanks.
If you happen by the Bangor area, there is this Mt. Hope Cemetery, then there is also the Bangor City Forest and the Bog Board Walk. I learned about those places on my last visit. We are regulars in ME because my in-laws live there.
Loved this.
Thanks, Yassy. 🙂
Welcome.
Love the pleiades, it’s something new to me!
The pleiades is a new poetic form for me. Thank you so much for sharing it with us through this lovely poem.
Nice to hear that, Luanne. I got it from one of DVerse’s prompts. These forms are handy when words are lacking (at least for me). 🙂
Love the poem Imelda, and the photo of the old bridge 🙂
Thanks so much. 🙂
Your welcome Imelda 🙂
Thanks.
Beautiful picture; beautiful words. Thanks for sharing both.
Thanks, Ms. Jenner. I appreciate your kind words a lot. 🙂
The bridge and surroundings feel peaceful and inviting. A place to sit and contemplate, let the afternoon slip by on a hot summer day. I like the rhythm and musicality of the poem, the way the lines move into each other.