Conversations on a Bridge

This verse was inspired by the Charles Bridge in Prague, which I visited this summer. The sounds, sights, romanticism of the moment was what I wanted to capture.

Noise around them, between them, through them

Laughing crowds swirling decibels of sweet sounds

Violet sunset held still by a million flashes and clicks

Plaintive tunes skimming gentle waves, wafting over warm breeze

That swells and ripens with a thousand voices

Flames dance and shadows hide as

Strangers surge, a child breaks free running towards nothing

Towards everything

She is breathless

He says ‘I love you’

She laughs.

Conversations are for another time.

Reviews

[Shred]

You definitely captured the romanticism. Love the imagery and especially the "A child breaks free..." line, I can't tell you how many times I've randomly made a dash towards nothing. Keep scribblin' Ms Biswas.

[Anu Biswas]

Thank you for visiting Shred! I am deeply grateful for your words.

[DrD]

I told you I would visit your work soon and how glad I am that I have. Works like this are textbook classics in word economy while expressing maximum thought and imagry. Only the really good ones do that and you have done it remarkably well.

[Anu Biswas]

Thank you DrD. Your critique is invaluable.

[Ed Fagan]

enveloped in these moments, the sights, sounds, the scents of the moving pictures of life ... so many souls never allow the essence of these feelings to wash over them. beautiful.

[Anu Biswas]

That evening on Charles Bridge in Prague was magical. I felt a story in its honor was apt! Thank you for reading this.

[Ed Fagan]

You're welcome. I enjoy your writing style.