The Bridge
I
The bridge
leads to
a smiling
square house!
The bridge
crossing
over
water…
The bridge
leaving
Arco
behind!
The bridge
adorned
by a
red rose.
The bridge
connects.
II
Life’s bridge
leads me
from youth
to age.
Life’s bridge
welcome,
each new
voyage.
Life’s bridge
between
new souls
a joy!
Life’s bridge
the way
not the
end goal.
Life’s bridge
passage.
III
And if I should come upon a bridge,
That cannot be crossed, what then
Is it possible for this to happen?
Can a day without passage exist?
I contemplate the problem and think:
If one bridge is blocked another is free!
Forever in movement, we never stop crossing.
If not one bridge then another one will do.
The bridges of life, the material bridges,
every single living moment is a crossing,
from my yesterday ’til my tomorrow
and all the people I meet move too.
Should I then be saddened when you’re gone?
I will be, even if it’s silly to be so.
Each person who has crossed bridges with me,
becomes a part of me, leaving something.
and so my life goes on as I cross my bridges
knowing not the goal, just the way, sometimes.
Written for Prompt 32 Bridge: MINDLOVEMISERY
I’ve chosen to write this post, a sort of meditation, using a double Gary Kyrielle and then a semi Kyrielle…actually free verse following the Kyrielle pattern.
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I like this a lot. It conjures up all sort of images in the imagination and paints such a picture of our existence in a way that is so tangible. Lovely 🙂
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Thank you very much, I’m happy you enjoyed it 🙂
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These are just wonderful and you have encompassed so many bridges, architectural chronological, emotional I was especially moved by the last one the introspective nature wonderful =)
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Thank you, above all for this great prompt! I enjoyed it very much 🙂
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Thank you for joining =)
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🙂
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Beautifully done. Very evocative.
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Thanks Richard!
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I love how there’s one vivid patch of color in the picture. Like a magical place that you happen to get a peek of.
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Thanks Charles, that one of my favorite bridge photos…there was this lovely rose, last of the season, which could barely be seen…so I accented it 🙂
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always in motion, ever forward, if not forward, then sideways, there is only the motion! Nice read
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Yep. My Shatsu Master used to say that the only moment when something is perfectly still and harmonious is when its dead…
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This is beautiful, the bridge of life, how eloquent when you think of it that way, always a passing from one place to the next, from one stage to the next, perfectly crafted. x
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Thank you very much. It began in one way and grew in another…a fun write!
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