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Open Poetry #47

once upon a midnight moon

Tomer
Senior Member

since 2002-06-28

Posts 1168
Michigan

0 posted 2012-01-03 12:55 PM

They were on the bridge of sight
where stones met gravel
and an ease of winter calmed the cities landscape

They turned their wrists towards one another
until the night fell to grey
and a neck of the tide became the white summer sky

Her olive toned feet un-winded the pillars of the bridge
like the autumn halls that chased through the streets
with their garden of colors synchronized together
brown and green,
one by one

With an olive silhouette chasing the moon slightly to the left
their wrists turned to one another
off the bridges railing
that foggy, evening night

Margherita
Member Seraphic

since 2003-02-08

Posts 22236
Eternity

1 posted 2012-01-03 07:16 AM

Very beautiful imagery here.

Margherita

Tomer
Senior Member

since 2002-06-28

Posts 1168
Michigan

2 posted 2012-01-03 07:51 AM

Thanks, Margherita...happy you enjoyed it. Hope you're doing well.

Cheers

JL
Member Ascendant

since 2004-04-01

Posts 6128
Texas, USA

3 posted 2012-01-03 01:53 PM

"With an olive silhouette chasing the moon slightly to the left
their wrists turned to one another
off the bridges railing
that foggy, evening night"

Love the metaphor.

JL

Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself.
Maranatha!

Tomer
Senior Member

since 2002-06-28

Posts 1168
Michigan

4 posted 2012-01-03 02:10 PM

JL, appreciate it. Happy it stuck with you

Cheers

OwlSA
Member Rara Avis

since 2005-11-07

Posts 9347
Durban, South Africa

5 posted 2012-01-03 03:03 PM

Perhaps there is a correlation between “bridge of sight” and “bridge of sighs.” Now it is winter and the end of the year just as her life is about to end “that foggy evening night.” I am confused because it seems, in this poem, that they both went over the railing, but the other 3 poems that seem part of the series, seem to indicate that only she did.

Owl

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