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Disasters, Delights and Other Detours - 58. On the Bridge

Another free verse poem, lines which would not let me go. If you find any fault in them, it is entirely my own doing.

On the Bridge

 

We met upon the bridge

you and I,

one walking through the high grass,

while a thousand long beards whispered disapproval against bare biceps,

the other scuffing brown and orange leaves which gossiped

and blushed at what they heard.

As equals we leant against the railing,

near the middle, where last February’s sand washed up.

The breeze spoke from the southwest, promising a change,

and our songs floated, so different yet alike,

on night scents of warm earth and the farm up the hill,

their lyrics written on rain washed and sun-bleached moments

stolen from safe places when no one watched

except the incurious crows.

We stood still,

shoulders and arms knowing the season had changed,

yet still savoring the spinning stars,

all banter drowned out by a loud moon

laughing at a timeless joke told by rippled waters

flowing forever beneath our feet

to the restless sea.

If you feel moved to do so, leave a comment or a response. I value anything you may have to say.
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Valkyrie
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This is beautiful and nostalgic.  I love the thousand long beards and blushing leaves.  Very well done :worship: 

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Headstall

Wow. You spoke to my heart. I feel the life of the natural world around me... all the connections... and I relish being a part it. This was sublimely eloquent, my friend, from one appreciative soul to another. Well done. :hug: 

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Mikiesboy

A wonderful poem ... love these ...

yet still savoring the spinning stars,

all banter drowned out by a loud moon

laughing at a timeless joke told by rippled waters

 

 

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Parker Owens
1 hour ago, Mikiesboy said:

A wonderful poem ... love these ...

yet still savoring the spinning stars,

 

all banter drowned out by a loud moon

 

laughing at a timeless joke told by rippled waters

 

 

 

Thank you, tim. These lines just wouldn’t stop sounding in my head. It makes me glad you liked them, too. 

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Parker Owens
3 hours ago, Headstall said:

Wow. You spoke to my heart. I feel the life of the natural world around me... all the connections... and I relish being a part it. This was sublimely eloquent, my friend, from one appreciative soul to another. Well done. :hug: 

Thank you, Gary. The voices of the stream and the moon lift my heart, as do your very kind words. 

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Parker Owens
3 hours ago, Valkyrie said:

This is beautiful and nostalgic.  I love the thousand long beards and blushing leaves.  Very well done :worship: 

I’m glad the disapproving bearded grasses and scandalized leaves connected with you. I’m very grateful you took time to read these. Thanks. 

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Geron Kees

I get a sense of another time, and another place from this one. And perhaps, a lament for something now gone. Very touching, in a sort of sweet, smiling sigh kind of way. :)

 

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asamvav111

What a scene to behold! Enliven by your magic touch, you transported us in the realm of memories. Thank you for sharing this.  

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Parker Owens
8 hours ago, Geron Kees said:

I get a sense of another time, and another place from this one. And perhaps, a lament for something now gone. Very touching, in a sort of sweet, smiling sigh kind of way. :)

 

I really like the way you put it: “a sweet smiling sigh kind of way.” That was the aim; I’m so glad you think it hit the mark. Thanks so much for reading, and for your kind response. 

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Parker Owens
1 hour ago, asamvav111 said:

What a scene to behold! Enliven by your magic touch, you transported us in the realm of memories. Thank you for sharing this.  

You are most kind in your comments. There are moments of magic, which connect us to memories and encounters long past, and to songs we never realized we knew. Thank you so much for reading this. 

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