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A collaboration over too much coffee.
coffee and pen

29 October, 2004

The Bridge


Pausing for breath
I stand in the middle
Of a rickety old bridge
And see
The sun setting in front of me
And the moon rising behind.
I stare at my shadow
In the red
And my reflection
In silver.
The waters rise.


I am now thirsty
And I sleep on my feet
Like a horse
Like a tired racehorse,
Sleeping to forget
My dry throat.
I dream
Of stars
Burning the sky
And falling
Like tear streaks.


Must have made
This old bridge
For others to cross
To the other side.
I think
I should jump now
And swim.
Perhaps then
I’d develop
Muscles on my arms.



Blogger Anil said...

Very,very nice....loved every part of it...especially the way each part ended!

29 October, 2004 15:01  
Blogger Geetanjali said...

Loved the imagery...end of the poem took me by surprise though! :-)

01 November, 2004 12:22  

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