Singing Bridge
FinsburyParkCarrots
Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
Some say the bridge whistles by design,
while others say it weeps at its locale.
Smell the North Sea when you're on it. Hear
the whistling, feel the turbulence, get a hold
upon the flaking rail, greygreen, and look, down
where skinny gulls unfed screech out in flocks
making meagre bluish patterns on
the greenbrown sludging Wear, the steely tract
blowing metal frost into your face.
The bridge screams. Well I know, deep in the sense
of heart. Straddled across two nothingnesses
it curses all its weight. I will get out,
I will quit this bridge view, turn my back
on North Sea starving cull cry and head south.
while others say it weeps at its locale.
Smell the North Sea when you're on it. Hear
the whistling, feel the turbulence, get a hold
upon the flaking rail, greygreen, and look, down
where skinny gulls unfed screech out in flocks
making meagre bluish patterns on
the greenbrown sludging Wear, the steely tract
blowing metal frost into your face.
The bridge screams. Well I know, deep in the sense
of heart. Straddled across two nothingnesses
it curses all its weight. I will get out,
I will quit this bridge view, turn my back
on North Sea starving cull cry and head south.
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it is these bursts of amazing language that force me to read every post you make.
You were a real old ballerina
sometimes swimming on your side
gills puffing, eyes reacting to light
and you kept your gold glistening
ten good years, ten years of rolling
around in a series of bowls
some with aquatic parthenons
and even when you looked poorly
we gave you the oxygen tablets
and you rallied sparkling water ballet
Tonight you died quietly in your bowl
while I was out answering the phone
Dear Goldie, I'm sorry
ten long years of applauding rehearsals
and I missed the grand finale
But I'll face grown men in the pub
and face their scorn as penance
by crying my eyes out in my beer
for a little fish, my real old ballerina
once again...your use of language is simply amazing!!!
how's the music goin?
btw..did you get my pm?
PS Love the first poem...I can actually see and feel it.
Who knows maybe I'm psychic,right finns?:)I like your style of writing.
Its crisp to me.
A whisper and a chill
adv2005
"Why do I bother?"
The 11th Commandment.
"Whatever"
PETITION TO STOP THE BAN OF SMOKING IN BARS IN THE UNITED STATES....Anyone?
Thanks.
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
A whisper and a chill
adv2005
"Why do I bother?"
The 11th Commandment.
"Whatever"
PETITION TO STOP THE BAN OF SMOKING IN BARS IN THE UNITED STATES....Anyone?
wore sticking plaster gerbils on his knees
and fumblestumblerumbling, and bumblegrumblethundering
he flew from hills to dales to lakes to trees
singing "Pretty solar flares pushing pretty roller chairs,
send me gerbil dinners for me socks,
and add a smudge of rabbit sauce and smidgeons of a cat of course
and I will give a world of beardy locks."
Quite entertaining! Best first line ever.
ps...thanks for the kind words in post #10 in this thread!