Old wooden wheels creak
Creak crossing over
Crossing over the bridge
The bridge between life
Between life and eternity
Quiet footsteps following
Following old traditions
Old traditions deeply rooted
Deeply rooted in eternal love
Eternal love of family
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I like how each line carries over to the next.
ReplyDeleteI love the design/form of this poem. Is there a particular name for that form?
ReplyDeleteA sad day for the living and a journey we all are destined to make.
ReplyDeleteHave a terrific day Kathe. Big hugs. ☺
Keith-I cannot for the life of me remember the name of this type of poem- every once in a while I like to use it and this image "demanded" I do so! Thanks!
ReplyDeleteBridges make such powerful metaphors, as your lovely poem so powerfully illustrates.
ReplyDeleteNice technique and fits wonderfully with the image, Kathe!
ReplyDelete(F.Y.I. The photo was taken at Greenfield Village in Dearborn, MI)
Thanks for playing M.M.P.P.
A beautiful poem to accompany what NOLA would call a first line (the line of mourners on the way to the grave, accompanied by musicians playing somber dirges).
ReplyDeleteI, too love the form of the poem with the repeating words.
ReplyDeleteEven better the them of traditions deeply rooted in love and family. So many things today are taken so lightly.
Sad, but lovely at the same time. Well written, and the photo - so well combined!
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