My third poem for today. Again from The Wondering Wanderer: Alexander Collections Alpha, again available right HERE on Amazon today and every other day!
This poem is on of deep introspection as one wanders through the maze of one's own mind, making decisions, choosing one's route...crossing some bridges and maybe burning others...
Bridges and Silences
I hear the clock, tic toc, tic toc
The water falls, drip drop, drip drop
Whispers the wind, come thee, come thee
No-one speaks, but I hear the words
Which are not, cannot be, spoken.
Before me stretch bridges unbroken,
Go to whence i cannot say
Linking light and dark, night and day
Truth and lie, come what may?
I cannot tell you.
Drip
Drip
Drip
Shhhhhhh
The silence reigns and flows across bridge
Under bridge, over bridge
Flows
Who knows whence it goes?
tic
tic
tic
Time passes, silence flows
One hundred bridges beneath my feet pass
I wonder which of them shall be my last?
tic
tic
t -
When shall the clock stop?
When will the sand cease to flow?
When will the water cease to drip?
Where will the silence go?
When I am no here to hear it?
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One hundred unfolding truths
Spread like peacock fans around my feet
Unravel, unroll and take their own paths,
Their own bridges
To where?
To where?
Oh, they are gone
Perhaps I'll find another one
Now where did I put that thing?
I remember not,
Perhaps it fell beneath a bridge.
Twisting, bending, rolling, burning
Freezing, flowing, coming and going
All at once but without moving
All begins and ends in the same place
But seeming to do neither.
Of course it makes sense!
You just have to forget it doesn't,
It's simple really......
Once you see how complicated it is
drip
drip
drip
I am me
I am you
You are
You
are
Well?
You mean to tell me you do not know?
You are me too!
We
All
Are
The same
And different
And separate
And joined
Isn't it obvious? Isn't it clear?
It makes sense when you look at it objectively
Through a lens of sand and water
The bridges stretch off
To infinity
Linking each to each a million times a million
Always branching, never reaching
Always touching, never seeking.
Each the same you say?
Perhaps.....
drip drip
tic tic
toc
tic