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A Poem by Beccy

A different thought stream and perspective to my poem 'Animate objects.'

Unlike the seemingly 
unbending structure 
of a century stood bridge,
I bend, grow old; 
which is a strength
iron does not possess.
Nor will it ever, because
although it exists,
it can only function
under instruction. 

It cannot see the horizon
be equally loved and lonely;
hear the farm dog bark,
or observe the morning mist
that shrouds its silhouette.
Nor can it ever despair,
which is a strength
I do not possess,
or would ever wish to;
it simply stands.

Sometimes though, at least,
I imagine this to be true,
it can feel the vibrations that 
course through its carbon content.
Though not so much as I do,
which is quite understandable 
given my content is higher,
my awareness heightened
by a knowledge of where
heaven and earth embrace.

Still and all, if only for a moment
I would like to be a bridge.
To span chasms as yet uncharted,
Instruct myself to observe the 
comings and goings of my species
through different eyes; peruse
the motion of the tide at leisure.
As chilled with dew, I shiver
in a silence made more still
by a suddenly observable 
early morning mist;
when the ghostly glide of a 
hunting owl among my buttressed 
cables, is one of the most beautiful
sights a bridge will never see.

© 2020 Beccy

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thought the personal perspective of the bridge was a great idea, Beccy,, you draw the reader in with some fine imagery, thought the last 4 lines were class, the bridge might never see the owl, but might feel the changing air current at the buttressed cables, great poem,

Posted 1 Year Ago

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This is such a beautiful write, Love the imagery you write with. Awesome write

Posted 1 Year Ago

Beccy, I really liked your analogy of the stability of the bridge as a viewpoint to observe the ebb and flow of life.
I see perspective as a view that converges to a finite end. Something, which in this age of instant gratification remains diffuse and never reaches that conclusion. Perhaps a change of view from your bridge could be what we need to change our horizons.

Posted 1 Year Ago

Wonderfully creative. What a talented poetic perspective you offer your readers here. Some breathtaking imagery Beccy. A first class write. Much enjoyed and one that will be remembered.

I think I too would like to be a bridge, especially one built by Brunel, a hero of mine.


Posted 1 Year Ago

what struck me about the ending here is your lucidity about how generally sudden beauty is and how it must be experienced as personal but can be grasped and transferred in metaphor. You dug deep here and it takes great courage to dig deep since most modern poetry is excitable and ambitious; self-revealing and personal, like opening an address book to the soul.
I too was left in tears by the last few lines here..Crying carries tears and salt dana.

Posted 1 Year Ago

Just finished reading a highly detailed account of managing a huge Everest expedition (Chris Bonington) & your poem reminds me of how some members prize the chance to summit, while others are content to be "bridges" . . . accepting that it takes hundreds of support people to put a half dozen on top. Your poem sounds like the ones who want to summit, but I would propose that most people are content being bridges. Also, I believe a bridge made from carbon steel would have a much higher carbon content than a human, but I'm not sure about this. All in all, you write an energetic & convincing argument for NOT wanting to be one of life's bridges (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 1 Year Ago

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'As chilled with dew, I shiver in a silence made more still by a suddenly observable early morning mist;
when the ghostly glide of a hunting owl among my buttressed cables, is one of the most beautiful
sights a bridge will never see.'

Every word superb, the above to comfort heart and mind, images created that fill everywhere with warmth and insight. Perfection.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

Thank you for a such a lovely comment. Stay safe, stay well. X.

1 Year Ago

Sending you and your darling my hope absolute for your safety and everything else, dear friend. Af.. read more
I simply just love this! Wow Beccy how wonderful a painting

Posted 1 Year Ago

try as I might, I just can not find the write words in sufficient quantity to adequately convey how much I envy your pen... this ticked all the write boxes for this particular lover of words and then some...

Stay safe n well the pair of you ..

Neville x

Posted 1 Year Ago

Uniquely creative insights.
Perceptions which foster deeper understanding of human sensibilities.
A surprising and enlightening journey, gifted poetess!

Posted 1 Year Ago

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Added on March 15, 2020
Last Updated on March 17, 2020



Northampton, Northamptonshire, United Kingdom

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