Bridge Walker Part I: The arrival

coming into awareness

A vast ancient wooden bridge supports her feet

grounding her between two worlds

Why am I here?

The sun is weak

I'm cold and lonely

There are no people just voices,

voices of delicate resassurance

a gentle persuasion

going in all directions

I am confused

sadly blinded.

 

To the left 

People - Visons of laughter and peace                                     

To the right

                            People-Shades of dull and shadow

 

        My future                                           My past 

 

The wood beneath me comes alive

Mother Earth begins to talk

You are a bridge walker now..

You have tasted your future and have lived through the experiences of your past

Let others taste too

Close your eyes...look into your heart

 

Now awaken and see with new eyes

 

There they are, the voices on the bridge!

People taking people to and fro

Some run, some fumble,others trip and tumble

as they are guided along the way

some turn and flee, they are not ready.

 

It's a simple enough job

Cross the bridge

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for your reviews

Reviews

[EMF]

What wonderful imagry and phraseology. The wordplay is exquisite and the theme facinating. Can't wait for the next part.

[~Blue Fantasy~]

Beautiful write... Great imagery. I really enjoyed this poem!:))

Lovely sister, your writing brings others on the bridge...

[Robin]

the view is breathtaking , be sure to take it all in