PerspectiveA Poem by BeccyA different thought stream and perspective to my poem 'Animate objects.'Unlike the seemingly unbending structure of a century stood bridge, I bend, grow old; which is a strength iron does not possess. Nor will it ever, because although it exists, it can only function under instruction. It cannot see the horizon be equally loved and lonely; hear the farm dog bark, or observe the morning mist that shrouds its silhouette. Nor can it ever despair, which is a strength I do not possess, or would ever wish to; it simply stands. Sometimes though, at least, I imagine this to be true, it can feel the vibrations that course through its carbon content. Though not so much as I do, which is quite understandable given my content is higher, my awareness heightened by a knowledge of where heaven and earth embrace. Still and all, if only for a moment I would like to be a bridge. To span chasms as yet uncharted, Instruct myself to observe the comings and goings of my species through different eyes; peruse the motion of the tide at leisure. As chilled with dew, I shiver in a silence made more still by a suddenly observable early morning mist; when the ghostly glide of a hunting owl among my buttressed cables, is one of the most beautiful sights a bridge will never see.
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Added on March 15, 2020Last Updated on March 17, 2020 AuthorBeccyUnited KingdomAboutI'm forty four, single and have a lovely fifteen year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I have always been an assiduous reader of poetry and real.. more..Writing
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