Tom Quigley Poet Italian Sonnet

The Bridge of Dire Necessity

Moist jungle's steaming breath assaults my face
Molasses air I struggle to inhale
Your ruddy visage slowly drains to pale
Sharp cliff, black knife wound in the verdant space
Decrepit footbrige held up by mere grace
Each rope suspended taut by one sole nail
No time for turning back, it's move or fail
Their fever burns, thin lives that wane apace

We're down to you or me; I see I've lost
Your pallid tremors, so I walk on high
Death matters not, as all will share the cost
Without the cure, those that I love will die
Wood creaks as ropes strain, hands sweat, mind of frost
Firm terra I touch, sweet success is mine

7/25/16

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John Hamilton August 23, 2016 at 6:44 PM Really nice work Tom I missed this one, really well written, great imagery I felt I was right there crossing with you, good thing I wasn't, we probably would not have made it. Tom Quigley August 23, 2016 at 8:30 PM :-) Thanks, John!

Constance La France July 26, 2016 at 10:54 PM Tom, this is great, I was there with you ~ Tom Quigley July 26, 2016 at 11:32 PM Thank you, Constance!

Lewis Raynes July 26, 2016 at 8:56 PM This works so well for me Tom, beautiful write, thanks. Tom Quigley July 26, 2016 at 11:32 PM Thanks, Lewis!

Casarah Nance July 26, 2016 at 4:21 PM I am faving this, it has so much to absorb, the feel, the words, what a brilliant write that makes the reader crawl inside and hang by the ropes of the words. Nicely done. Tom Quigley July 26, 2016 at 8:48 PM Thank you, Casarah!

Nette Onclaud July 26, 2016 at 11:25 AM that's the heart a champion.. greeat stuff, tom!.. oh yeahh!..huggs Tom Quigley July 26, 2016 at 12:50 PM Thanks, Nette!

Maurice Yvonne July 26, 2016 at 9:59 AM An excellent piece good luck with the contest! Tom Quigley July 26, 2016 at 12:51 PM Thank you, Maurice!

Probir Gupta July 26, 2016 at 6:19 AM The language, the structure, the beginning with quality personification, the flavour of molasses air,all these are awe inspiring ... but the thrill of touching the terra firma radiates instant poetry ... Your Sonnet has been splendid, as far as I can grasp ... after all English is not my mother tongue ... Tom Quigley July 26, 2016 at 12:56 PM Thanks, Probir!!

Demetrios Trifiatis July 26, 2016 at 5:52 AM Impressive images, captivating writing, marvelous parade of expressions dear, Tom! Good luck. A seven! Tom Quigley July 26, 2016 at 12:57 PM Thank you so much, Demetrios!

Kai Michael Neumann July 26, 2016 at 5:26 AM In my inexperience with sonnets, I probably cannot fully appreciate the form of sonnet yet and am more focussed on the content so far. But/and the content and the imagery of your poem is awesome. Tom Quigley July 26, 2016 at 12:57 PM Thank you, Kai!