The Forge

The world bends us to its will:
The mountains defy trespass,
Except by man made road.

The rivers deny crossing,
Except by man made bridge.

As we're ever searching for the real,
We're stymied by the trail gone cold;
Worn down by the four winds tossing;
Halted by the impossible ridge.

Even when the world grows still,
It never will release its fearsome hold.

samanyan
the forge we have made..and we should break

sonetta
this is just breathtaking.....suddenly i feel so small.....

Pendemic
You never cease to amaze us Patti. Another great write.

prathap suthan
what a killer last stanza!

carol
halted by the impossible ridge your writing is awesome