Bricks

to reaching goals

Bits, bricks, chunks and stones.

Building, climbing, blocking bones.

A light seeks reach but can't be followed.

No way through when through is solid.

Thinking, trying, seeing, nodding.

What should work won't work as modding.

Problems build; no side's will slide.

It's hard to help when help's denied.

Tumbling over bricks and bits,

a journey's right for no one's fit,

but one can make with one's desire,

if this one's tried to climbing's higher.

Reviews

[Emily]

very interesting work. The use of the rhythm and rhyme in this piece is wonderful. You captured my attention to a point where I had to read this out loud to really take it all the way in. I even read it twice. This reminds me a little of the writings of Emily Dickinson. She was quite good at taking abstract subject matter and writing it in a way which made sense to her. The beauty of it is that it meant something different to every person to read her work. This seems to me like a journey, but it may have been something entirely different to you.

Nice work. Way to make me think. I look forward to reading more of your work.