Crossing the bridge, twice - a story
Don't cross your bridges before it comes
It started as bawdy jokes, in jest
A separation between them and the rest
Was it the beginning of the end ?
Keep your head down, your business tend
Stick by your own,don't let the insults get to you
Or parry them with your own, trouble brew
Don't worry your head, without reason, rhyme
Don't cross your bridges before its' time
Burning bridges
Then one day the dark clouds, rent all pretense ,asunder
Marauding mobs went about burning, to kill, plunder
Through the chaos , the stone bridge, proudly did stand
To help flee, now that they were strangers in their own land
Don't burn your bridges
They couldn't burn this one , of earth, stone
So many others were sacrificed,to our hate alone
The river swallowed the debris of the burning stacks
Drank all the hate , anger, piteous pleas ,to run black
Bridge the gap
Yet the bridge stretched stubbornly to hold both sides
Determined it seemed, this separation to tide
Painfully stretching to connect those who had drifted apart
A mute question to the distance, division, in many a heart
Water under the bridge
Many cycles of death, rejuvenation it took to cleanse
The hatred, suspicion, wounds to heal , to shed pretense
Until, at last ,sense prevailed, to sign a peace treaty
And the bridge opened to both in mutual amity
A Bridge too far
As he hobbled across in great anticipation
Of what he may find of his home in trepidation
Home, home , home ? No longer did stand
Long gone, with time's shifting sands
He was a stranger in a strange land
Home. of his memory, lived only in his head
Bridges could not bridge time, years shed
Build bridges
Yet ,as he saw smiling young faces , cross the divide
He knew why the bridge spanned the tide
It could not return him to what had been
But could connect hearts to build futures, unseen
--shubha
P.S. In response to apicture prompt on an online poetry group
Don't cross your bridges before it comes
It started as bawdy jokes, in jest
A separation between them and the rest
Was it the beginning of the end ?
Keep your head down, your business tend
Stick by your own,don't let the insults get to you
Or parry them with your own, trouble brew
Don't worry your head, without reason, rhyme
Don't cross your bridges before its' time
Burning bridges
Then one day the dark clouds, rent all pretense ,asunder
Marauding mobs went about burning, to kill, plunder
Through the chaos , the stone bridge, proudly did stand
To help flee, now that they were strangers in their own land
Don't burn your bridges
They couldn't burn this one , of earth, stone
So many others were sacrificed,to our hate alone
The river swallowed the debris of the burning stacks
Drank all the hate , anger, piteous pleas ,to run black
Bridge the gap
Yet the bridge stretched stubbornly to hold both sides
Determined it seemed, this separation to tide
Painfully stretching to connect those who had drifted apart
A mute question to the distance, division, in many a heart
Water under the bridge
Many cycles of death, rejuvenation it took to cleanse
The hatred, suspicion, wounds to heal , to shed pretense
Until, at last ,sense prevailed, to sign a peace treaty
And the bridge opened to both in mutual amity
A Bridge too far
As he hobbled across in great anticipation
Of what he may find of his home in trepidation
Home, home , home ? No longer did stand
Long gone, with time's shifting sands
He was a stranger in a strange land
Home. of his memory, lived only in his head
Bridges could not bridge time, years shed
Build bridges
Yet ,as he saw smiling young faces , cross the divide
He knew why the bridge spanned the tide
It could not return him to what had been
But could connect hearts to build futures, unseen
--shubha
P.S. In response to apicture prompt on an online poetry group
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