Old Stone Bridge

Thinking of the lazy river

sauntering past the old stone bridge

and hearing a song

that hasn't played in ages

my mind races

with a thousand platitudes


It was there, at old stone bridge,

that I heard it first

We talked that evening

under festival lamps

that flickered like fireflies

against the gloomy night

casting an amber glow

onto a hundred unknown faces


Your voice was loud and clear

but I couldn't see your face

I don't remember what was said

How could you?


The night wore on

the lights grew dim

and the strangers vanished

one by one.

The sky unfurled its stars,

my hair billowed in the breeze,

and I stood alone

over old stone bridge.

Author's Note

Just some memories I had

the picture is of the actual bridge :) there's a big river behind it. The graffiti wasn't me though.

Reviews

[natalieanne]

i dont know much at all about poetry, but i loved this too much not to comment. the nostalgia throughout the whole poem made me feel like i was remembering things along with you. great job :)

[Rosalind Gale]

I would agree with the other reviewers regarding imagery; I also felt a sort of lonely space stretch out before me as I read the poem - and a song playing somewhere. I enjoyed this very much.

Rosa -x-

[jessdixon]

Wonderful imagery. I don't have the memories, but you took me there a little bit.

[Bare trees]

Nicely done, I like the underlining emotion in this--hearing the song, and everyone gone except you. I think you described it perfectly and I can easily see the images as I read. Liked it.

[.....]

Love the imagery here and the word usage. The flow seems a little disconnected for me. Maybe it's just me, but I seemed to stop at the end of each line instead of reading through it. But the thoughts expressed here were well done. And your vocabulary was very good as well. Liked the bits of alliteration that were running through as well. I'm a huge fan of alliteration.

Blessings, Tammy

[R J Askew]

Very evocative. No words wasted. We can see and feel we are there, can hear the chatter. It's those little moments in life that make it worth it, when we feel just a little bit more alive than during the 90 pct of the time when we are just studying, working, doing it 'their way'. The song is a good line as everyone has significant songs which trigger memories. Maybe your poem is a trigger poem which will prompt people to call up their own similar memories. The bridge seems a part of the night and the universe also. Of course bridges often symbolise life also and our journey. Enjoyed the read.