The bridge of Sante Fe

Cherry
Poem of the week

By lavadis

Sun, 15 Jan 2023
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11 comments
 

Behind a dirty sunset 
near the bridge of Sante Fe  
she sat alone  
clutching her passport  
in a hand that had waved and punched and pointed  

She left England  
with only the smile  
sketched hurriedly  
on her face  
No time to pack or ponder  

Nowhere was home  and 
now  nowhere 
was where she lived

Like a shark  
on the move in perpetuity  
the same fate had befallen 
all
who ran

With a slim Jim  
and a margarita  
sitting beside the bridge 
over the desert  
waiting for the clock to forget  and the wind to remember  

Her name had become today but her heart belonged to
tomorrow

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Poem
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Comments

Submitted by Mark Say on

... and a mysterious ring to it, but also a hint of something uplifting at the end. Good one Laurie.

 

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Submitted by celticman on

words that swirl through you. 

 

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Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Wonderful Lavadis - and so nice to see something new from you!

 

Submitted by lavadis on

Good to be back where I belong 

 

Submitted by Ewan on

to be treated to some of your poetry, Laurie.

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Submitted by lavadis on

That's so kind of you, thank you so much. 

 

Submitted by Ewan on

Lavadis returns with a belter of a poem and that's why it's our Poem of the Week.

Congrats.

Please, fellow members, share this on social media. 

 

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Submitted by marandina on

A story within a poem with a horizon that's tantalisingly out of reach and remains unsaid. Very nicely done. Paul 

 

Submitted by lavadis on

Thank you so much Paul. Beautifuly described.