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The Footbridge
by Ryan NardiWho does not walk the way?
Who is still not afraid?
I defy you.
Who would not seize the day,
if the day showed its face
rushing by you?
Who do we not portray?
Who here is not afraid?
I defy you to tell me the truth.
You wouldn't, would you?
I've been looking for my old bridge in the corn ears.
I got lost in your forest.
But I can't see
the singlest of trees,
only the leaves
of the canopy raised to hide you.
I wanted to confide in you,
but I couldn't find you. 11/14/2010 Posted on 11/14/2010
Copyright © 2024 Ryan Nardi
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 11/14/10 at 06:46 PM ... outstanding..... |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 11/14/10 at 09:41 PM I like this but am still looking for the way. I've walked so many and the canopy is always in the way. I beginning to believe there is nothing above it. |
| Posted by Andrea Colton on 11/17/10 at 08:24 AM Sometimes I would rather not see beyond the canopy...Hope would cease to exist if we truly saw each other for what we are. Really nice flow. |
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