the river’s ardent flame
the river bends into dark corners
Argand lamps gleam across its skin
each flame a question
each ripple an answer folded away
the bridge waits in shadow
stone pressed against stone
listening to every footfall
holding the weight of crossings
the Argand light steadies
not words but fragments
a laughter broken into dust
a troth scattered into air
lamps shimmer into the current
the river folds time
into shapes no one hails
its surface glimmers with mem’ries
the bridge endures
each step a renewal
stone breathing with passage
arches bending toward recall
brilliant flecks steady again
touching stone and glass
absence sky-drift faint as ash
presence flares in ardent return
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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A beautiful picture my friend with deep and running meaning of memories and recollections. Nicely done with such great images emerging in light from darkness where the past is infused in every stone.
Thank you, dear Soren🙏🏻🕊️
Superb poem in fine classic style wow! Kudos!
Plz also read and comment on my newest poem
Thank you🙏🏻🕊️
Rik, the way you let memory flicker through Argand flame… the way the bridge breathes with every crossing… it all feels alive and tender at once. This poem moves like something cherished. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Oh, noice, T! I felt the Argand lamp to be an excellent touch in its feel and emotive quality. So glad it worked out. 🙏🕊️
It was a excellent touch, indeed. Most welcome!
Fine words Rik, those flames of light are there for us all to follow.
Andy
Thanks, Andy. They are flames that keep us as we follow them. 🙏🕊️
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