Mystic Rose Rose Poet Free verse

Bridges of the Past

Bridges of the past crossing my mind 
reminding me of leisure rides, once  mine
While a fine fine sun coated my yearning desires   
I flew into the stormy spaces of a wide open world;
Polka dot dresses, sunglasses of yellow
Elizabeth Arden lipstick and lemonade kisses 
You were always at my side, tanned and beautiful
fresh as linen by the covet of the sea;

Sandcastle dreams and sailboat rides 
beneath the boardwalk, promises made with pride 
Junctions, intersections, passages never to be reversed 
I recall soaking in the stars, cradled in the sand  
swaddled with the cautery and charms; 

A bridge was crossed, and when I count
the things I've lost,  
you come to mind,
a ship at sea, searching for its ghost.

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Anne-Lise Andresen March 19, 2021 at 3:13 PM - We cross many bridges in life ... some we remember forever ... others not ... some dreams are like sand castles ... when the waves come they are gone ... a lovely poem, Vie Rose :) - Have a happy weekend :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Jerry Brotherton March 19, 2021 at 10:04 AM If we could only cross the bridge that leads us back to the past.

Regina Mcintosh March 19, 2021 at 5:43 AM This is oh so beautiful and whimsical.. a delight to partake of. I love it.. romantic and soothing all in one. Love it. God bless you, Love, Gina

Vijay Pandit March 19, 2021 at 4:59 AM Reminiscing in bridges of the past: Sandcastle dreams and sailboat rides ......Polka dot dresses, sunglasses of yellow...Elizabeth Arden lipstick and lemonade kisses ...Superbly described, Vienna.

Caren Krutsinger March 18, 2021 at 8:17 PM Mystic Rose Rose, this one is really enjoyable. Fine imagery here: "Polka dot dresses, sunglasses of yellow Elizabeth Arden lipstick and lemonade kisses " Wow!

Evelyn Judy Buehler March 18, 2021 at 7:45 PM Perhaps the reason we're granted memory, is so that nothing is lost utterly, Mystic. Your tale of travel and lost love is splendidly wrought. ;)

L Milton Hankins March 18, 2021 at 7:17 PM Wow! I love this one, Mystic Rose Rose, perhaps most because I love to travel, too. "Sandcastle dreams" so real to those of us who love the sea.

Susan Ashley March 18, 2021 at 6:45 PM Dear Mystic, your wistful pen is lush with nostalgic imagery and metaphorical beauty - I couldn't help but be swept up and away. You especially captivated my heart's imagination with; "I recall soaking in the stars, cradled in the sand / swaddled with the cautery and charms" and with the aching brilliance of your last line; "a ship at sea, searching for its ghost." Transcendent poetry, my dear friend. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan

Richard Lamoureux March 18, 2021 at 6:12 PM I love this piece, so man delicious images. Thanks for your visit. Hugs Rick