I’ve been here a long time and I am the epitome of knowing a lot of water that has gone under me. I have been unchanged in a hundred years. A little rusty in places, a few planks replaced, but on the whole I have always been what you see.
I have seen the lovers, the desperate, the sad ones who have jumped, the morning wanderers, the evening ones hurrying home to loved ones or eager to escape the rigours of work.
I watch the seasons change, the colours of autumn, who wouldn’t love this time of the year. The rich reds and yellows and the hues in between.
I stand as the sentinel of the past, present and future. The familiar faces, the new acquaintances, the memory of good folk who not only crossed over me but stood and pondered a moment sharing their joy of the season around them. I look forward, the seasons change, the colours vary, I am content in arching this small valley.
bridging more than gaps
as autumn colours flourish
standing strong and tall
Written for: https://dversepoets.com/2016/10/31/haibun-monday-24/
I do love the POV of the the bridge, a sentinel, and yet there are those that jump as well…
Thank you so much Bjorn..
I too love the voice and perspective of the bridge Michael. To hear and bear witness to stories and lives and loves of various people coming and going. Unchanging and always a constant fixture in our lives. Thanks for joining us ~
My pleasure Grace, glad you found it ok…
I like how you encapsulated all the time passing from the perspective of the bridge.
Thanks Brian, old bridges I think must be like that..
bridging more than gaps… so true!!
I stand as the sentinel of the past, present and future… incredible writing, Michael ❤️
Thank you Sanaa
I want to meet your bridge and listen to his stories – he seems to be a male bridge. 😉 I like the way he describes himself: ‘A little rusty in places, a few planks replaced, but on the whole I have always been what you see.’ Just the fact that he loves autumn endears him to me!
Hmm probably closer to the truth than you realise….thanks Kim for stopping by…
Goodness, yes, so much this bridge has seen and experienced – yet a curious sense of detachment from it all, too.
I love the timeless sentinel carrying all who pass and stop to ponder, like a great friend :o)
Thank you so much.
Oh, the stories a bridge could tell. Really like this
Thank you Debi
Nice, from that point of view. 🙂
Thanks Rosemary
Your response to the prompt is simple yet full of imagery; I love the voice of the bridge.
Thank you Kathy, have a good day.