. Seized by the moment,
the gravity of a memory
lay closed the window
to the outside world
Eyelids surrender
in the breath of a sigh,
the silent pacing footsteps
unable to walk beyond their shadow
nor their footprints left behind,
never needing to turn around
to look back to feel
the weight of every laden step
across the old Arch Bridge
spanning the river far below
The cold wet sidewalk
rumbles like the throbbing
heartbeat still echoes ,..
resoundingly,
through the muted voices
of a past buried away alive
Halted footsteps
become a blacker silence
at the precipice
of the Arch Bridge railing ties;
revisited deeply with eyes closed,
wide open so many times
before and after
that long abhorred day since past
Reliving an old noir silent movie,
tarnished time and the river
coursing through it,
remaining unable to wash away
the stains of that watermark tide
Standing frozen
as a weatherworn bridge tower,
high above raging waters far below
feeling a cold chill, empty as a pocket,
perpetual teardrops flow
filling an empty thimbleful with love
A thimble seems so small;
just a pitted silver cup
to shield from a piercing pang,
and yet a welling love
uncommonly overflows ―
tossed over the bridge railing
toward the river below
to see if hope really does float
Seized by the moment,
a random act of kindness
and a thimbleful of love,..
lay open again
a pensive soul's window
to the outside world ...
rivers ... 11/06/2017
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 12:07 PM UTC
. Seized by the moment,
the gravity of a memory
lay closed the window
to the outside world
Eyelids surrender
in the breath of a sigh,
the silent pacing footsteps
unable to walk beyond their shadow
nor their footprints left behind,
never needing to turn around
to look back to feel
the weight of every laden step
across the old Arch Bridge
spanning the river far below
The cold wet sidewalk
rumbles like the throbbing
heartbeat still echoes ,..
resoundingly,
through the muted voices
of a past buried away alive
Halted footsteps
become a blacker silence
at the precipice
of the Arch Bridge railing ties;
revisited deeply with eyes closed,
wide open so many times
before and after
that long abhorred day since past
Reliving an old noir silent movie,
tarnished time and the river
coursing through it,
remaining unable to wash away
the stains of that watermark tide
Standing frozen
as a weatherworn bridge tower,
high above raging waters far below
feeling a cold chill, empty as a pocket,
perpetual teardrops flow
filling an empty thimbleful with love
A thimble seems so small;
just a pitted silver cup
to shield from a piercing pang,
and yet a welling love
uncommonly overflows ―
tossed over the bridge railing
toward the river below
to see if hope really does float
Seized by the moment,
a random act of kindness
and a thimbleful of love,..
lay open again
a pensive soul's window
to the outside world ...
rivers ... 11/06/2017
Notes: nothing put away
alive, within, ever dies ―
it can reawaken like a dormant volcano,..
ruptured in the blink of an eye
Thank you for reading
... Thimbleful of Love
I forgive it all...Tom Petty & Mudcrutch
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