I am a Bridge

I am a Bridge

A Poem by Rhonda

 

As the moon sinks into the water below
I see the couple walking together.
His hand holing something in his pocket,
His heart in her hand.
 
As he kneels on my sturdy support
I feel her tear drops.
They warm me, sooth me.
I am happy.
 
As the first rays of sun stretch across me
I hear her car pull over.
Her hand is calm,
Her heart is numb.
 
As she grips onto my sturdy support,
I feel her lose her grip on life.
It kills me, scares me.
I am empty.
 
As the sun dims its shades
I hear the young man coming.
His hand moving to the beat,
His heart on his sleeve.
 
As he jogs on my sturdy support
I feel the life inside of him.
It revives me, makes me feel alive.
I am hopeful.
 
I am all of these things,
And nothing at all.

© 2008 Rhonda


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This was pretty cool. And I loved the ending.

jkb

Posted 11 Years Ago


Interesting perspective.

A few more ways to describe bridge elements (besides sturdy support) would make the piece breathe easier, I think.






Posted 11 Years Ago


I enjoyed this, funny, even with your title I went in reading quickly not realizing "you really were the bridge"... so towards the end for me was the ah ha moment. Cool! -:3 )~~~

Posted 11 Years Ago


i think the last two lines do indeed fit very well. this is a nice unique subject to take on. i love how you choose an object that is witness to so many sides of human happiness and dispair.



Posted 11 Years Ago


actually i love the ending. it closes the work tight. a bridge comes alive through people but is an inanimate object. really well written. this is the 2nd piece of yours ive read tonight and i am impressed.
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Posted 11 Years Ago


Yes I think that they do fit. I can't really express more then that. But it makes sense to me. How things are built espeically brigdes with so much care. Usually takes years to plan months to build and many people to build them. And later of course they are used. So it does make sense that a bridge would be all those things and still not be anything. Because before it was there there was a void and maybe that's where it's at and will remain somewhere here and somewhere not there.

Posted 11 Years Ago



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