Far from the arching bamboo bridge
nestled in a copse of maple trees
they rest
entwined in twilight
Her eyes jade, his brown
locked in loving
hands exploring
bosoms blooded
Her book, yellowed
tells an ancient tale
his careful carving
silhouette to touch the soul
No word nor signal
they rise from their bower
he cloaks her chill in
tender wraps of arms
She hands him a staff
of well gnarled pine
they tread on carpets
of rubied leaves
They reach the bamboo bridge
stop
kiss
crossing over
Light now dimming
the old couple
struggles to comforts
in their leaning cottage
Far from the arching bamboo bridge
Perfection as always!
You’re a dear….thanks so much, Heather
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This is incredible, such gifted writing. Wow.
Your read and lovely comment are much appreciated
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Old love, having stood the test of time… Lovely, Jackie.
Yes…and it does happen. Thank you, John for the read and your wonderful support, my buddy
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Beautiful, Jackie .
Thanks so much for the read and comment
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“nestled in a copse of maple trees”… I so could envision this we have dozens of dead trees on our property… nice write
Thanks much for taking the time to read an comment. Much appreciated
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A bridge of bamboo, so fun to say between me and you..haha. Having stood the test of time is becoming rare indeed these days, but you captured it great.
Well, I can dream, can’t I? It can and does happen…not very often, but it does. Thanks much for the read and comment
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You have compressed time in this poem – I could see their whole lives on the bamboo bridge – masterful writing
Aw, thanks so much, M, for your read and lovely comment!
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great images and descriptives in this
Glad you liked it, Tammy….thanks for read and comment!
This is beautiful, darling, and so beautifully written! I love it! ♥
O, I’m so truly pleased you like it! Yippee! Thanks so much, Brad! {{hugs}}
You’re welcome, love! ♥
Yay!
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Very romantic indeed …
Yup, it sure is romantic…and it can happen…that enduring love. Thanks, Q, for the read and comment
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oh nice…the yellowed book telling an ancient tale…and when love grows old and doesn’t grow old…so tender…
Thanks much for read and comment, Claudia! But I wonder how you got here….my entry was “Progress” …never mind…I value comments on all work..;)) x
Just, wow! I really enjoyed this one, the visual of bamboo turns me on.
eden
Hi, Eden! That totally resonates with me… Bamboo speaks of the exotic, and yes, can be a turn-on..I suppose I subconsciously chose that tree rather than others for that reason..and its bending swaying quality… Thanks so much for the read and the lovely comment.
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I liked this little tale–but I kept wanting to put arching instead of arched, the extra emphasis making the bridge complete:)
Hi, Steve! I’m reading this aloud…both ways with arced and arching…and I’m still not so sure…I’ll think on it tho. Thanks so much for the read and comment…always.
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You’re right! Changed arced to arching….sounds better..and does put emphasis on the bridge. When you’re right, your right…dang! Thanks, Steve!
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‘copse’.. one of my favourite words… fine piece, Jackie
Hi, Luke! You know, you surprise me. I would never peg you for liking this one. I would think this is too mushy for you! Wow! Thanks so much, Luke, for the read and the comment!
I do enjoy all genres (bar one or two) if they are well-written. Your word-choices are very good here
Good enough! Thanks, Luke
Shameful type: liking….not likeing…bleh.
….and I made another!!! typo not type….I think you’re making me nervous…hahahahahahahha!
To me the real judge of a poet is how she makes you feel her words..you my dear made me feel these verses..thank you Poet Girl.
Aw, that’s one of the nicest compliments I’ve ever received. Thank you so much! Mwah!