A bridge for the mighty

The bridge has
fallen

metaphors echo,
an identity

of a state and city grieving,
but indefatigable

with a people
who won’t quit
to be specific

a clarion call
for the willing
to suture…

that which has
been torn asunder
a new bridge
for our brethen…

the broken, forlorn
those who have
lost
we pray that
a portion
of grace be gifted
in the empty space
of your hearts…
it is dark I know

melancholy notions
of what once stood
as a symbol
of commerce
joining the disparate parts

now scattered –
mind shattering
the absence
of our landscape…
it makes
the spirit
weary
and poets
of the Free State
teary eyed
including yours
truly.

Published by Shun P. Writes

Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, Podcast Host, possessor of 2 cents, Blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way. View all posts by Shun P. Writes