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A Broken Brook

A Broken Brook

A broken brook
Beneath matted leaves
An unanswered look
No thought to appease
Again we’re here
Which whim to tease
Our way we sear
And do what we please

Side by side
Not face to face
How did we
Succumb to this place
You followed your tongue
I held mine
Together we found
My lonely space.

RWOz2

I knew I needed at least two lines of poetry for my play The OutR Dark. So I decided to tackle that task on the bus to work one morning.
My protagonist is a carpenter, who happens to be a Christian and a poet. This is news on both counts to another character who had lost contact with him over the years. When checking up on his poetry she discovers, she believes, that he had been writing about her. She confronts him about this.
It ended up being a full poem, which I wrote over the space of two bus rides.

About rwoz2

Poet, historian, writer for stage and screen. Responder to Jesus (Romans 5:8)

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