Marcie Bridges
Wanderings & Ponderings
Printed by Poetizer Publishing, 2023
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Marcie Bridges
Wanderings & Ponderings
For the deep thinkers, word–keepers, and all those who are inspired to
bring life into our world through their poetry.
Contents
Finding Myself . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 4
Something Different . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 5
Belonging . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 6
These Things I Need . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 7
Untouchable . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 9
Nonsensically Speaking . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 10
Red Light, Green Light (the grown–up version) . . . . . . . . 11
Haunted by Poetry . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 12
Ode to My English Professors . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 14
Forest Screams . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 15
Fearing the Dark Night . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 16
Letter Writing . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 17
Where Have All My Words Gone? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 18
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Extraordinary Words . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 19
Brush & Pen Strokes . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 20
Muse . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 21
Invited by the River . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 22
Just Existing . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 23
What If? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 24
Bookstore Wanderings . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 26
Ghostwriting . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 27
On Forgiveness . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 28
Wandering . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 29
Burning Daylight . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 30
Wistful . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 31
Just Wondering . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 32
Little Turtle 🐢 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 33
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Promises, Promises . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 34
3 A.M. Feeding . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 35
Short Stuff . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 36
Purple Power . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 37
Goodnight . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 38
Opposites? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 39
While the Trees Whisper . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 40
Solitude’s Song . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 41
Falling Rain . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 43
Searching . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 44
3
Finding Myself
I have found my place between letters and lines
some abhorrent and others divine
no matter my day whether troubled or fine
I still get to play with my letters and lines.
4
Something Different
Is it bad
I want to write something different
from what I usually write?
What I mean, is just this:
Is it a sin
I should want to write about something — anything
other than about Him?
5
Belonging
I want to know where home is.
A place of comfort and safety
where boughs don’t bend
skies stay blue, green grasses sing
rain that falls without storms sting
flowers in all their vibrancy
sway in peaceful breezes
a place I can be … me.
I want to know where I belong
this world is surely not my home
I die a thousand deaths a day
as my heart sighs and begs
for peace on earth,
goodwill towards men
and I pray again to find within ...
Home.
©2016
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These Things I Need
There are things I need to see.
I need to see you winning
when you win, I know I can too.
I need to see you dreaming
when you dream, I give myself permission to.
I need to see you giving
when you give, I want to give like you.
I need to see you failing
when you fail, I know it is okay if I do.
I need to see you get back up
when you get back up, I stand up strong and brave.
I need to see you crying
when you cry, I know crying is good.
