Bricks
A poem on how I feel about bricks
Note: The Broken Spine hosts #PoemsAbout every Friday on Bluesky. There’s a one word prompt shared every week. Then, on Friday we share something poetic inspired by that word. It can be something old or something new.
For awhile now, I’ve been writing a new poem every week for this wonderful event. I love doing it and I love reading and responding to other people’s work. There’s some wonderful writers out there!
This poem was inspired by the prompt “Facade”. I haven’t edited it since I originally posted it. I tried to be decently nuanced but honest. Anyways, enjoy! Or don’t. That’s totally okay either way.
In the land of the free,
The plaster cracks
Through to the foundation
It spiders out,
Causing more and more
Pieces to crumble
In the home of the brave,
We all try our best
To patch it,
To save our home
Smiling uneasily
Through our masks of denial
As we paint over
The writing on the walls,
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Trying not to slip on the
Blood covering our floors
We cherish the bricks
our house was built upon
More than
The messages they left,
Tucked within
We forget that
Those messages
Were a warning,
They knew the future was not immune
To the disease of corruption
They knew there was more
than one way
To cherish a brick,
To give it meaning
They knew
We’d have to knock down
Those crumbling walls
To reclaim our bricks
And build something better
