Dennis Lange


The Bridge - Poem by Dennis Lange

There lies the bridge; we cannot see the end.
It disappears in shadows 'round the bend.
We know the way is littered by the leaves;
And, darkness falls upon it - there one grieves.
But here we are, already on the bridge;
It seems to be a type of heritage
From which we cannot flee. It is our feet
That walk upon this path without repeat.
We came from somewhere? nowhere? anywhere?
And step to-ward the end at which we stare.
It is incumbent that we make our way,
Since Time stands right behind and we can't stay.

Topic(s) of this poem: journey, life and death


Poet's Notes about The Poem

I wrote this poem after seeing a photo of a short bridge that whose end was into leaves and darkness. The photo with the poem is on my wordpress blog. The bard on the hill.

Comments about The Bridge by Dennis Lange

  • (11/15/2015 2:10:00 PM)


    this is great it sounds like lyrics of a song. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 15, 2015



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