Despair is a Bridge

Despair is a Bridge

A Poem by Crowley
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That other side looks good.

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If it was really a bridge, it would work both ways, to and fro

But this crossing was built from petulant souls and greedy w***e mongers

In first light, the far side was bright with heavens light and slick with pastry frosting

As afternoon leaked dusks promises, the slim women came out to dance

With breasts like tea cups and cold concrete where lust intersected the tops of thighs

You would whirl and drink of animal craving, your release a devils oasis

When darkness steals the show, black hearts will play with your eyes, look at me


     “Excuse me kind lady, could you direct me to the bridge back to my sanity?”

     “My good man, whatever for?” She lifted her dress exposing a brass doorknocker between her legs.

     “Knock twice dear lad, its hard to hear when reality comes calling.”


One night, one life, crossing to the dim side

I would stay with the thought of only visiting for eternity but, visiting nonetheless

Sliding out now would be like calling the men in white coats

And playing games of chance with men like that is futile when there are no rules

Home is always the other side, I hope you, my love, started from the right.

© 2015 Crowley


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Crowley
Its been awhile.

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Aside from the fascinating painting, I just loved where this darkly surreal poem took me; though I confess my interpretation is perhaps more from personal instinct than a full understanding of the meaning behind your words.

In both life and love, it has rarely worked both ways; and particularly in life, those 'petulant souls and greedy whoremongers' have long ensured that the toll for crossing is dear and gets dearer by the day.

More is the pity, you are right about those men in white coats and the futility of it all.

Beccy.

Posted 3 Years Ago


The bridge is always greener on the other side, or something similar. This reads like it's part fantasy, part nightmare from the first line (Or maybe that's just my interperatation, having become a tourist in similar nightmare/panic dreams, where the only place the bridge takes me is down, as it crumbles to dust beneath my feet. Aargh!)
Insane naked women dancing you say? And just how exactly would one find such a bridge? 😀
Really enjoyed where your words took us Crowley.
Sounds to me like you are no stranger to visiting the darkside 👺

Posted 3 Years Ago


Temptation is always that glossy b***h in stilettos you want to bend over the desk so you don't have to look directly in her eyes....but oh what alluring eyes she has....

Posted 5 Years Ago


Crowley

5 Years Ago

No there is a visual!!! But for me it starts with eyes no matter what!!
Wow a different take on the reality of crossing over the bridge of life... You had a way of telling here and now it makes me take a renewed look at this bridge... Thanks for sharing

Posted 6 Years Ago


Crowley

6 Years Ago

Thanks so much for the read, that one was form a prompt of a painting with a bridge.
Ghost

6 Years Ago

I do that myself... Go look at my poem "Last Ghost Train", I got inspired from the picture and came .. read more
Crowley

6 Years Ago

I definitely will!!!
Wow, this utterly captivating and brilliant in both imagery and impeccable metaphor. I was completely taken away by your writing.. clear, stunning, passionate and very visual. Loved my first reading of you!

Posted 6 Years Ago


Crowley

6 Years Ago

Thank you so much. I really appreciate the read. Have great weekend!
Alexa Apothic Red

6 Years Ago

You’re so welcome! You as well!
Breasts like tea cups and the lady with a doorknocker between her thighs got my attention. Sounds a bit like some places I went when in the Navy. (It's easy to be unwise when you're drunk.)

Posted 6 Years Ago


Crowley

6 Years Ago

I resemble that remark...lol. Thanks for the review, I appreciate it!
sexual undertones...but that idea of being enticed to the other side, and once we are, the bridge burns behind us and there is no going back...

we must tread carefully when it comes to love...what is on the other side of that bridge is slightly in the distance and may look better from afar. Clever wording in this.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Crowley

6 Years Ago

Was inspired by a painting, thanks so much for the review, I appreciate it!!
This is a very well written write, I enjoyed this

Posted 6 Years Ago


Crowley

6 Years Ago

Thank you so much!!!
This was a good write. It has its arm in the watery mirror like a traveler through the Stargate. I wonder if crossing will really get us anywhere...I think there may be a trick hole in the middle to get people stuck! I know it's awfully hard to turn back. I must be off now. The men in white coats are here with my medication. Cheers.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Crowley

6 Years Ago

Ha!!!! Glad your still spinning around here, and thanks so much for the read!!
Wow. Your writing is truly amazing. The word choice paints a twisted picture of something akin to a dark fairytale. Gives off sort of an H.P. Lovecraft vibe - I love it!

Posted 6 Years Ago


Crowley

6 Years Ago

Thank you so much for reading, I really appreciate it!!

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