Under Windsor Bridge, 1912, by Adolphe Valette |
days of fun went by as the mist here
that comes and goes with the gush of wind
he stood there in silence, pooled around
as the mist that clouded his sight, where
no images transcended above dead stillness
under the bridge that connects two shores
he stood with no shores to connect his memories
and no ships of hope passed as he stood there
in mist, where building and rebuilding of empires
of ego mystified his beliefs and burned ruthless
inside his still beating heart that knows no reason
Thank you for the visit and the appreciation.....
ReplyDeletewhew. I am speechless in the face of your insight!
ReplyDelete"where building and rebuilding of empires
of ego mystified his beliefs and burned ruthless
inside his still beating heart that knows no reason"
Thank you so much Susan....
ReplyDelete.. 'no ships of hope' .. what so many wait for?
ReplyDeleteThanks for being here Helen.....
Deletestunning imagery...loved this!..x
ReplyDeleteThank you so much....
Deletehe stood with no shores to connect his memories
ReplyDeleteand no ships of hope...def emotive...lots of great lines in this....great piece...
Thank you so much....
DeleteWonderful imagery, Sreeja !A moving piece...
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Panchaliji.....
DeleteSadly beautiful poem...
ReplyDeleteLovely concept !!!
ReplyDeletewhere can i go and watch the ships of hope
ReplyDeletehttp://zongrik.wordpress.com/2011/08/26/moving-forward/
Thanks ....yes I visited the link to find that ship...:-)
ReplyDeleteLovely piece with such vivid writing style.
ReplyDeleteThank you....
DeleteThis is a real abysmal " dark night of the soul" type crossing Sreeja, thanks a lot, i enjoyed its dark power
ReplyDelete:-)....thank you so much.....
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