- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Penny Bridge, West Float
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Click hereThe road ran steeply down to the
sluggish water that waited
for a ship: as I did,
but it was patient.
I was pushing 5 with all my might
and seeing a boat rounding the float, I ran,
as I ran everywhere, pell-mell,
heedless of my Mother’s shouts.
Only the sight of my Father stopped me,
waving, all black and gold buttons,
from the hut by the bridge
that was my toy today.
Squat and lopsided, it
hulked above me:
a latticed beetle, snug in its husk,
expectant.
The ship was imminent and I was
lifted up to grab the lever,
so big in my tiny hands, so
small to move so much metal.
- COMMENTS
avrgblkgrlalmost 14 years agoI'm somewhere else and someone else. A needed break! You are my escape.
buttersalmost 14 years agoyou take our eyes, our thoughts, and direct them through the scenery of this slice of life, holding up one image after another as contrasts, from emotional state to implication to the visual impacts of size ...
your choice of sounds are compelling, and this leaves a strong after-image resonating in the mind way after the final reading. beautifully crafted.
Esperanza_Hidalgoalmost 14 years agoVery heady piece friday, big smile on Espie's face. I am once again impressed with the way you capture a moment and make it float like a boat in a timeless river.
Thank you for the review PG. I would have missed it, but it hit my email in box, and I had to look. I encourage you to continue the reviews, since my time on lit is less theses days, the reviews get me back again.
