Michael Edwards

HE LOOKED NO MORE FOR BRIDGES

HE LOOKED NO MORE FOR BRIDGES

 

 

Blind prejudice had influenced tongues

and stupefied his deepest soul

no bridge bestowed his liberty.

 

With thoughts entrapped by indolence

he feared to die an unwept death

In winters darkened waters.

 

And with the spring the melt began

and sunshine bathed displeasures source

as rivulets began to form.

 

And soon the troubled waters churned

the dark obstructions now unmade

his angers bruises swept away.

 

When summer fountains reached the sky

the crystal waters met his gaze,

he looked no more for bridges.

 

Comments4

  • mammyo3

    like the poem and the painting 🙂 thanks.

  • Tony36

    Love it and the painting to

  • rrodriguez

    First the painting then the poem, but maybe the poem and then the painting. Well, both... great job.

    • Michael Edwards

      Cheers rr - thanks a lot any way round.

    • MendedFences27

      Well, I like it. Glad you chose that title. We can go searching endlessly, only to find that for which we were looking was always near at hand. No need to cross bridges. Lovely poem and a beautiful painting. - Phil A.

      • Michael Edwards

        Thanks Phil - yes titles can be a pain - much appreciate your kind comments



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