Short Footbridge Poems
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below
the
Japenese
footbridge
where
the
water lilies
sing
at
night
if
i
dare to cross
the
same river twice
While standing on a footbridge, I sang lyrics to our love song.
I felt you take my hand in yours - as if you were at my side.
Raindrops fell on my cheeks, bringing me back to reality.
Purple plumes dangle amid the verdigris
the sweet-scented Wisteria Kapitan
a footbridge of Feng Shui dreams
enraptures my inner child's spirit.
2-21-2023
PREMIER CHOICE no 1190 Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
"At the Footbridge"
Now to be completely fair
And to stop every persons stare
Rodger was not actually circumcised
As he was a player, so don’t be surprised
This was from wear and tear and his willingness to share
07/19/2016
As harbor lights of Maine glimmered dimly by the pier
The wooden footbridge reflected my own trail of anguish;
Creating a bony shadow etched like evening's jagged mesh.
6/7/2018
Silent One's Contest: When Three Lines Are So Much Better
Mist
Slides forth
From the peak
of curving heights
slants fade in purity, dismal, and droop
You're now at the same level as the trees.
the haze sneaks forth.
the footbridge
looming
cloud
Written: February 11, 2022
A Strand (1072) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
God’s spiritual closeness has greatly encouraged me.
Through a footbridge where I wept and embraced Him and felt awed.
I walk freely following His light, step-by-step.
His amazing grace is always cleansing.
Guiding heaven's doorstep through changing seasons.
Still uncompleted, Age still welcomes wisdom, desire, and endeavor.
Walking across a footbridge, strewn with crimson leaves,
I watch as they twirl and pirouette in Autumn's chill wind
leading them in a rhythmic dance that it skillfully weaves
as they plummet, leaving branches naked and chagrinned.
September 27, 2020 ~ Rithimus Divisa 7
Sponsored by Gregory Barden
A verse from 'I Hear Autumn's Call'
At The Footbridge
Two Armies
One shoots off another salvo
The other fires back with gusto
Each offended
At the aggression of the other
At the footbridge
Foot soldiers die
In agony you hear them all bloodied, cry
War is a must and you wonder why?
Kings collect gold
Queens their ladies in waiting
Castles must be filled
With linens and fine silver laden
All with justifications
For the death of serfs and those of the invasion
Do you remember it …
That one late spring day,
Solemn, where two could sit
A place nearby, but far away
It must be there still …
All around was dense with green
A steep hill, a small hill …
A footbridge in-between
Leading down into the nook
A place both shaded and quiet,
And the bench by the brook
Sat there waiting by it …
Along the floor of the wood
A robin passed by as I recall,
How I still wish that I could
Come back here next fall.
Listen to poem:
So and So
At the footbridge in a backward country,
I give a backward glance to what I know.
At the footbridge I don't need new answers -
just be grateful, so and so.
At commencement of day's new dawning,
I won't rush to prove myself...
merely be glad that I'm not starving
in this new country, so and so.
If you see me here and waving,
come and join me on the bridge.
Even if you are an enemy,
we'll hold hands, and so and so.
7/18/2016
At the footbridge I saw a chicken,
trying to keep its balance
as it flapped its wings. It felt dizzy
when it saw the abyss below it,
which swallowed time and matter.
Surprisingly the chicken kept on
with the journey, claw after claw. It
wasn't chicken-hearted like most
chickens. It was ready to walk
on wooden footpaths which cracked
in every step,
until it reached the other end.
It had crossed the road;
now it was crossing a footbridge....
Date: 7/19/2016
I met Regret today,
he sat down beside me--
whilst across the creek,
Opportunity circled about
Regret introduced himself,
between my bevy of sighs,
I stated, “I wish I'd never met you, sir”
to which he plainly replied,
“But then you'd never meet him...”
as he glanced beyond the footbridge
So I walked across the cobblestone,
--and we never spoke again
July 22, 2016
Current contest: I Got Zero, Nothing, Nada 2
Former contest: At the Footbridge (judged July 26)