Parapet of a stone bridge just the other side of Newton

Cherry

By Parson Thru

Thu, 07 May 2020
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Parapet of a stone bridge
Just the other side of Newton

Roar of BMW tyres
Interrupts my thoughts

Spiders fight, or maybe mate
In bright sunlight

Derailleurs hiss by, angled riders
Village-bound

The beck gargles to
Its change of course

The air is filled
With silent midges

Who would think that anything
Might be amiss?

I guess this must be
What history feels like

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Submitted by Parson Thru on

Thank you! X

Parson Thru

Submitted by littleditty on

the senses which orientate us..the sounds, the nature, the inhabitants - all, the archetecture of our memories - this poem needed a bridge in it! And hints of maybes..uncertainty - last lines make it so your poem is exactly what history feel like - brill poem :)

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Thank you littleditty. I'm really glad you liked it.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Ed Crane on

Like the scene you describe, my mind is more peaceful now. 

This left me with a feeling that no matter what turmoils are going on around us, there is always a place of calm where we can experience those wonderful lines......

                                               Who would think that anything
                                               Might be amiss?

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Hi Ed. I hope the peace endures.

That was exactly the feeling I had on the bridge.

Parson Thru