Stopping on the Bridge

He had been seen many times staggering
across this bridge, stopping somewhere near
the middle, lost in the sorrows of addiction,
to contemplate the power of the current and
listen to beckoning songs of dark angels.

The words were his story, a broken body,
engulfed in need, blood flooded with poison
and spilled into the gutters while demons of
dependence burrowed into the marrow of
his being, taking up residence like cancer.

Now he gazed at the river with clear thoughts,
remembering being snatched by an unknown
savior as one leg went over the railing. Clean —
watching dusk ride the water, wondering how
to mate destiny with a buried past.

Written for the Sunday Whirl Wordle.

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12 responses to “Stopping on the Bridge

  1. Scriptor Obscura

    This is an excellent, excellent poem. Wow. What a writer you are. I am continually amazed. You need to be published! 🙂

  2. I could picture him quite clearly, Mark. Well wordled.

    Pamela

  3. I enjoyed the association between “words” as a “broken body”. Nice work, Mark!

  4. Nicely done, Mark. I appreciate the redemption.

  5. Oh, I saw his leg climb over the railing. Poor, lost soul.
    It seems most of us were caught up on the sad side of this prompt this week. Lovely writing.

  6. I’m glad there is hope for him, it was hard to create hope with dark words. A vivid story, Mark.

  7. Wow. Mark, this is wonderful. I know it ends with wondering, but it left me hopeful – which few (if any) of us managed with those wordle words. And so well-constructed – very tight, cohesive stanzas.

    Richard

  8. Very well written. Love that glimmer of hope at the end. I think for those who have found rock bottom, sometimes there is great power in returning to the site of their turning point.

  9. We can only hope that the stars reflections in the water offer our gent some hope to return his leg to the road and try one more time for the good light of life. One is draw into your words, we watch the water swirl trying to think of what clear thoughts are formulated. Nicely wordled.

  10. Awesome use of the words, Mark. Love this reflection, transition. Especially: : “watching dusk ride the water.”

  11. Don’t know where to start on this one, Mark. I absolutely loved it. Some of my favorites: “beckoning songs of dark angels”, “demons of dependence burrowed:, “watching dusk ride the water” Just fabulous.

Some of what I write is true, some is fiction; most is merely possibility.

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