Reminder
"You do not seem to understand,"
they'd say
"That rivers are wide,
and are not so easily crossed,
we fear, they are not as they appear.
They are not just squiggly blue lines of ink
as you would have us think."
"But are there not bridges?"
I would ask.
-and it would be a reminder.
"You do not seem to understand,"
they'd say
"That bridges are man's most
hair-brained invention, and
we take for granted their
convention. They just
barely hold our weight,
and furthermore, do not
always set our paths
as straight."
"But are they not forged in steel?"
I would ask.
-and it would be a reminder
"You do not seem to understand,"
they'd say.
"Once you cross your bridges,
you set them aflame,
and you cannot recross them,
and we are not to blame."
"But are they not forged in steel?"
I would ask, a little kinder...
But there would be no reply,
and it would be a reminder.
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ooh I like this. I love the idea of questioning what you're told (psh, you and I never do that!), and for providing a reminder when they throw something else back at you. I think the repetition and the bit of rhyme at the end are very effective, too. :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks Dana! Provincial people usually don't make for life-long friends. <3
ReplyDeleteThis is an exquisite piece of writing. The repetition in the poem works very well.
ReplyDeleteI love the part about the 'reminders'.
Brava!
Suzy, thank you. <3
ReplyDeleteAhhhh love it!
ReplyDelete"They just
barely hold our weight,
and furthermore, do not
always set our paths
as straight."
and
""Once you cross your bridges,
you set them aflame,
and you cannot recross them,
and we are not to blame.""
Are fantastic! Sometimes your insight boggles me!
You are my new best friend lol.
ReplyDeleteA great piece that is both literal and metaphorical. What's interesting to me is that both scenarios are gripping within the context of ignorant upbringing.
ReplyDeleteaw, Joel, thank you. <3
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