In 1874 it ws an engineering marvel, now just a sad link between two poverties on each side of the river.




A Few Lines After 140 Years

 

 

 

 

Crossing the bridge before dawn, its every surface

Rust and rattles, dark but for red warning lights,

No sounds but the give of rails beneath the wheels

Of a train on the tracks below the deck, and for just

A moment, only there at the edge of as far as I can see,

The moon and the few faint stars falling into the water

And heaving into darkness against its banked stones,

What little light there was now neither here nor there,

The black river staying and going on into the empty air.





Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2015-05-13 at 18:09

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Superbly rendered and a somber meditation on the problem of neglect and aging.
2015-05-15


Maria Silvia
Good and concisely described
Intense and a little scary.
2015-05-15


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
You have painted another wonderful picture and set minds to thinking. Every line is constructed beautifully.
2015-05-14


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about, but this poem is a delight. It's so nicely written.
2015-05-14



"The moon and the few faint stars falling into the water

And heaving into darkness against its banked stones,"

Absolutely superb! What images you have created with your words. So beautiful! You've brought back the engineering marvel that it once was.
Ashe
2015-05-14