Nowhere Bridge

Words are playing
Knock down ginger with my head
They rap on my forehead but run away instead

Thoughts all linger
With their closing timeís last drink
Itís so strange for I am a teetotaller on the brink

Sleep evades me
Like it must owe me a lot of money
Iíll claim it as the expense of a night time dummy

The night stretches
On a nowhere bridge and then says
ďLife is just a calendar counting up the lonely daysĒ




Poetry by Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-04-08 at 14:37

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Coo & Co The PoetBay support member heart!
Yes, pleasant shapes, stretching like bridges and carrying wonderful words, Friend D. This is very well composed and we like the somewhat meditative quality of it. It is quite serious, yet it has twinkly eyes :>)
2019-04-09


Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
This might seem a strange thing to praise --- and it is not the only, or even the primary! --- praiseworthy thing about the poem, but I am immensely taken with the shape of the stanzas, the tercets of progressively longer lines. (I do notice the "how" before I notice the "what" of a poem!)

Very good work indeed. You have a way of being somewhat playful about serious matters that in no way diminishes the seriousness, and makes for a memorable poem.
2019-04-08