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[aid] => mick
[title] => Sorihashi Bridge
[time] => 2006-08-14 10:52:42
[hometext] => I wanted to try to utilize the idea of a bridge in this poem. I tried to use structure and word choice to simulate the transitionary qualities inherent to bridges in literature.
[bodytext] => Her love denied, Stripped away in only a Few words: "I don't love you anymore." And with tears In her eyes That forced a stumbled Advance Towards the bridge, With hate in her breast That matched The crimson red paint Of the bridge And sent enraged thoughts Like caged pigeons freed Through her head, She made her way To the bridge. She climbed, And stopped on the middle. Stopped to think There - halfway between chaos and calm. The lilting treble of birds Chirped resolutely, ever-cheerful, As she remembered Times when they had love - And when they had fun. Times when her life was great - And when it was At the worst it could be. But she closed her eyes, Quieted her thoughts and Listened to the stream flowing underneath her. The serene setting around her - An anesthetic for her pain. She stood for hours There in the middle of that bridge, With birds and trees around, Sunlight embracing her. Finally she cried, letting out the grief, The frustration, anger, and hate, And washed herself away in that moment. She wanted to cross then. So, sliding away from the railing, A lingering desire to hold on, She turned, stepped and stepped, and started to descend Along the bridge's steady slope. Step, Her mind relaxed, Giving in to her inner peace. Step, Her body relaxed, Giving in to her inner peace. Step, Her soul relaxed, Giving in to her inner peace. Face wet, but with old tears, not new, She walked off the bridge, Pausing to look back, To see The crimson paint turned dull and rusty, The rich brown wood victim to age and weathered, And wondered if it wasn't Always that way - Tattered and old... and somewhat treacherous. She looked ahead again, Seeing the welcoming glow of the leaves that Weaved in and out of the sun with the wind. She stood still, glacing around. The air above her, Shimmering, Showered a fine misty rain that slipped silently, Unconsciously, down onto a radiant, Smiling face. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 380 [topic] => 21 [informant] => TheSpiritx [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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