Parapet of a stone bridge just the other side of Newton
By Parson Thru
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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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Really like this poem -
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 :)
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I read this yesterday, but was too distracted to comment.
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?
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