The bridges you’ve burned smolder behind me
Staining the innocence of a bright new day
Through the thick, dark smoke of brokenness
I see the outline of new bridges [to jump from, cross over or burn to ashes]
Shimmering and swaying in the distance,
Whispering promises that make a mockery of my fears
Looking over my shoulder one last time
I see the bridge where you faltered
Refusing to cross over onto solid ground with me
Within the blink of an eye it vanishes
A mere specter in the realm of what could have been
Before you succumbed to your predilection
For gasoline and matches
© 2018 MW 🙏
Cheers to OLN at dVerse and our gracious host, Grace.
Mother Wintermoon 
I believe you have contributed here to a mysterious genre of my Portuguese heritage. Saudade is not easily translated into English, but it has to do with a feeling of nostalgia for something that may or may not have happened. The poem addresses the mystery most beautifully. My sincere compliments.
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Hi Geo! Thank you for the awesome comment and connection to your heritage! Love the connection you made. Much gratitude and many blessings to you. 🌷
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The last lines are so powerful. Great poem and metaphor. ❤
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Thank you! I’m so happy to see you here again. Sending oodles of gratitude your way. XO
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Burning bridges can be disastrous.
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Definitely can be! Thanks for your visit and comment! 🌹
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Yes, fire can stain a new day. And those same fires can seem to whisper promises, while mocking your fears. A wonderful write!!
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Thank you! Your feedback is very much appreciated. 🌷
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New bridges making mockery of your fears – great imagery in that…it’s like seeing a tunnel at the end of the light
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Many thanks and much appreciation for your comment and feedback! Reader input is a wonderful thing.
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I think I know cases where you want to set fire to bridges already burned… love all the imagery in this poem… so much more than unfriending on facebook
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I hear you about setting fire to bridges already burned! Loving the part about facebook. Ha! Thank you! 🌷
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This is so cool! I love this tale …it’s dark and broody- and with a strong message.
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Thank you for reading and commenting. Love your feedback. 🌷
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I tend towards dark and broody. XO
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I am so pleased you dropped by again MW.. And your words have been missed.. Argh, many of us have held those matches my friend, as we step over and burn the bridge behind us.
A thought provoking poem that spoke to me on many different levels of thought as I know what it is to cast away spent matches..
Sending Love and Blessings as you go forward leaving fear behind.. ❤ ❤ ❤
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Thank you for commenting sweet Sue. I deeply value your input and feedback.
💗🌷💗
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❤
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I like that you’ve used three metaphors for new bridges. You take care, MW, many hugs!
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Thank you Kunal! It’s a pleasure to see you here again my wise friend. (((Hugs)))
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You’ve captured bitter burning anger well.
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Thank you for reading and commenting. Your feedback is appreciated. 😊
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Excellent! 😎🥀
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Thank you Dorna! 🌷
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Oh how I love the line of yours “A mere specter in the realm of what could have been…”…so much said in so few words.
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Many thanks! I very much appreciate your revisit and your understanding words.
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