A Short Bridge

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Walk the wooden planks
Be held in suspense mid-air
Let go of your grasp
Steal a glance below
You will feel your need for me
The wind will pick up
Steadily you’ll swing
Dance in a dervish two-step
Sway to go beyond
Confidence may soar
Fear will step on from behind
The end is ahead
Still, you have to cross
Better days already seen
Best you move on now
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April 6, 2009 at 9:51 am
April 6, 2009 at 10:34 am
Thank you for being the first one to
comment on this one, Tikuli.
I thought it one of my better haikus,
but it didn’t turn out to be very popular.
No biggie. Uncle Tree
April 10, 2009 at 1:32 pm
I thirst and hunger
for You to stop by, then too
I weep and I cry
April 10, 2009 at 2:15 pm
I see I have too many syllables in the first line. Well there wasn’t when I counted it!
(I’ve found over the past couple years that I have developed a certain form of dyslexia. Left is right and counter clockwise is forward. )
How about “hung’r”? It’s what Sir Edwin Arnold does.
April 10, 2009 at 2:49 pm
Hunger can be a great motivator, Samantha,
but if it catches you off guard…watch out!
You might spill your food coloring again.
April 28, 2009 at 11:41 am
I, a gnat who wants
Soon to see Your Sweetest Face
When no one else weeps
O Let me sleep now
For My Love is gone today
I’ll wait by the Tree
April 28, 2009 at 11:52 pm
I, the left limb of lambs hoof,
follow orders willy-nilly
across the bridge
that Tree built.
The Entire Universe seen
in the unscrambled eye
of the guhnat.
Gnone
July 13, 2009 at 3:13 pm
I will take that moment as the foot leaves the plank and before the body begins its descent to the water below and live it for eternity.
July 13, 2009 at 5:15 pm
Don’t jump off on my account, TWM.
But as long as you never touch down…I can see your point.
July 14, 2009 at 1:59 pm
there are days we all want to let go… nice poem uncle tree
July 14, 2009 at 11:08 pm
There may yet be new life breaking
up through the rotten boards, Cindy.
Thanks! And hang on all you want.
July 15, 2009 at 11:43 am
I really like this uncle
The way you use the words is amazing
I like how you say things like
“fear will step on from behind”
Why is it also signed by phosthumous? Did you succedded crossing the bridge?
I do not know If I fully get it, but I know I fully feel it
July 15, 2009 at 11:52 pm
Hello, Mariana! Can you define amazing?
I’m kidding. I’ll take it as is. Thank you! It’s all part of the fun.
Good question, though. I deleted the last part. Post humorous
was the implication, and it was sent from way too far out in left field.
Uncle Tree’s wood was used to make this bridge after he fell, or
was felled. He ‘though it up’ after the fact. His consciousness permeates
‘the bridge’ still to this day. It was he who was…spiritually speaking.
July 19, 2009 at 2:34 am
what a great poem. best you move on now, i love it. cheers uncle tree
July 19, 2009 at 9:16 am
Thank you, girl, and thanks for peeking in.
You’re site is most revealing, and quickens my blood. Bravo!
August 7, 2010 at 6:22 am
this has got such a heavenly quality in it… both in the images and the tone…
crossing is all… no?
August 7, 2010 at 4:01 pm
Thank you again, my fellow human being! Glad you liked it.
Yes, yes, yes!