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.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Following the work in progress posted yesterday here's the finished poem. As you will see most of the original ideas are included although some just didn't fit and were discarded. Hope you like it. Oh yes - plus another of my watercolours.
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Comments4
like the poem and the painting 🙂 thanks.
Thanks mammy03
Love it and the painting to
Thanks so much Tony.
Welcome
First the painting then the poem, but maybe the poem and then the painting. Well, both... great job.
Cheers rr - thanks a lot any way round.
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.
Thanks Phil - yes titles can be a pain - much appreciate your kind comments
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