A poem


We talk of oak-song dreams,

giants that lilt from acorn

to old age like we will sail

our boat to unknown forests

and drink honey from Jurassic leaves

that span twenty, no, thirty feet

and stave off the rain

when we shelter beneath them

on storm-soaked evenings and

and in…



The big “I’m Sorry” Challenge

A girl reads by a window in the sunlight.
Photo by Yuri Efremov on Unsplash

Thank you to Sheri Jacobs for the poetry challenge. The idea was to create a poem along the lines of the poet William Carlos Williams’ apology poem (This Is Just To Say) as seen below:

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
for breakfast



✨ Bridget E Webber

✨ Bridget E Webber

✔Content writer,✍author, and 👩‍⚕️former counselor exploring how to live well. I write about 🎯self-mastery and occasionally pen stories and poems.