On the Bridge With Purpose ~ For OneShotWednesday
This month, I must say, I have not been meeting my commitments in regards to my writing. For all of you who have commented and read my poems, I have to offer up a sincere and heart~felt thank you. I do my best to respond to comments and visits, but have been falling behind, and just wanted to let you all know they are all so very much appreciated, and I vow, when time once again becomes my own, to visit with each and every one.
This week, for One Shot Wednesday at One Stop Poetry, I have taken a painting by Larry Matthews to use as my inspiration. Thanks again for your visits and comments, and please visit with as many of my fellow Oneshoters as you can. It is you, the reader, that keeps us in the game!
This week, for One Shot Wednesday at One Stop Poetry, I have taken a painting by Larry Matthews to use as my inspiration. Thanks again for your visits and comments, and please visit with as many of my fellow Oneshoters as you can. It is you, the reader, that keeps us in the game!
On the Bridge with Purpose
Larry Matthews Photo |
Life has owned him for far too long
Tired...so tired
Dodging bullets, dancing evasive maneuvers
On the long road to success
To only realize the definition has changed.
Money? It was never about the money, though
For a time he thought it was.
Praise? What is one to get
Out of something that is always so empty.
Recognition? The only people who matter,
Already know and love him.
So why? Why has he stood on the bridge so long,
Watching the big one swim lazily by
Without so much as a glint of fear in her eye?
Today is the day he takes it all back.
The time that has been stolen...
The memories with family sacrificed for dollars sake...
The sun beams, the moon rays, the shooting stars
And all the dreams he had forsaken
All the wishes that had wilted.
And now he stands upon the bridge with purpose.
Rod at the ready, hand~tied fly
This time the big one, will not just slip by.
Comments
Taking a break from the dark range?
Yes praise who really gives a crap
I'd rather take a nap
Money well it be nice to have a bunch
Then the only work to do is eat lunch..lol
But the facts won't let the big one slip by
As I try and try and try
Very stirring little comeback
As it didn't lack
Unlike your absense at the cat
Shakes my finger back and forth at that..lol
"Life has owned him for far too long
Tired...so tired
Dodging bullets, dancing evasive maneuvers
On the long road to success
To only realize the definition has changed."
Its like for a moment you were inside of my head saying every thing I thought but had yet to articulate. I dont want to clog your comment space but I LOVE this poem.