I'll Return to the Bridge
Tired now…so very tired
I’ve not ever seen her show it
Not like this.
Her glassy eyes stare longingly
From the shade of the front veranda
To the river where
For years she has buried her secrets.
The sea cleanses, purifies, makes whole again
She remains adamant
That so too will she, return to the sea
Like the yard sale Jesus
Hiding horns, abomination
Bought for three dollars
Thirty pieces of silver
For that was what Judas paid
Tossed with all her might
Shattering against the rocks
Blistering in the sun
Till the waves of high tide
Rolled
And made the abomination again whole.
She shifts in her rocker
Hoping her pain goes unnoticed
Tired of the doting
Offers of assistance she never wanted.
82 years, and every day lived
Road tripping to the middle of nowhere
Never minding the outhouses
Never caring for the tourist traps
Just seeking that path less travelled
Seeking the next song, the next poem
The next prophecy, the next
New Age.
A life spent alone
Despite friends, family
On her own
Since the day one slap
Made her say “No more”
She was in this world
Yet so far from it,
Above it
So much more than any gave her credit for
Until, weeks after
That day on the porch
When she dared me to live the life I wanted to and
We fell into her writing
Her world
Finally realizing
The value of the treasure
That returned to the sea
On the back draft of low tide
When she up and flew away.
It's MeetingTheBar at dVersePoets where Victoria Slotto is talking about some real characters. You'll have to drop in for a pint of poetry to see what I'm talking about.
Comments
Wondrous and wonderful!
Hiding horns, abomination
Bought for three dollars
Thirty pieces of silver
For that was what Judas paid...wow really like that tash....and she sounds like quite the lady...and meant much to you...listen to her...take that dare....
thanks so much!
'Since the day one slap
Made her say “No more”
She was in this world'