“I am who I am meant to be. I am this poem.
I am moose inside Light.“—Neil
moose runs through stars
now
playing tag with light
his
threads collect cinnamon
pain
turned to bottled milk
absorbed
within the belly of a cat
amethyst sits on shelf
now
heavy dust collecting
her
dreams into bound pages
pain
liquid rain sparks inside
swallowed
with another cup of coffee
gravity loses its grip
next
dust blows off the pages
both
floating blue whales
fear
quietly dissolved by salt
joined
in the belly of the universe
*22/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day.
**All photos are mine, taken with an Olympus E-M1 MarkII and edited with Lightroom Classic.
Bridgette Tales 
Your writing is very unique Bridgette.
Another wonderful piece!
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Thank you. This one is a tribute to a dear poet friend of mine and will probably be in the collection I’m putting together in his honor. I’m glad you liked it.
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Aww lovely Bridgette 🤗
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What a beautifully surreal poem. The imagery feels dreamlike, yet there’s a quiet emotional thread running through it—pain transformed into nourishment, dust-covered dreams finding life again, and fear dissolving into something larger than ourselves. I especially loved the line “gravity loses its grip” because it captures that feeling of finally letting go of what weighs us down. The movement from moose and cats to whales and the universe creates a sense that everything is connected, even our struggles and hopes. Thank you for sharing this imaginative and gentle piece—it left me feeling both thoughtful and comforted.
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Thank you! I’m so glad this poem resonated with you. It’s deeply personal to me and a tribute to a fellow poet who passed a few years ago and who I miss greatly. I’m glad it left you feeling comforted, as that’s the feeling I have thinking of him without pain.
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A beautifully imaginative piece of poetry. Its vivid imagery and symbolism invite readers to find their own meaning, reminding us that poetry often speaks as much through emotion as through words. ✨📖
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You are so kind. Thank you. ❤️
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Great imagery!
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Thank you so much 😊
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I recognize a certain style as if processed through a Bridgette filter. Very satisfying. I especially liked the first lines resulting in the image of a cat lapping it/him up.
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Aww, thank you! I’m thinking this one will end up in the book as it feels like a direct channeling and conversation with Neil. I feel like most of my poems these days are an attempt to reach him.
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