Sitting On The Canal Bridge
As I think the water sooth my mind.
Sitting On The Canal Bridge
I sit on the bridge,
the canal below—
dark water rippling,
holding its silence.
A faint shimmer
of something lost
floats beneath the surface,
too deep to name.
Why has it come to this?
The air heavy with questions,
answers slipping away
like the current’s slow pull.
The bricks are cold,
worn by years,
but they don’t speak,
they only watch.
A leaf drifts by,
spinning softly,
a quiet witness
to all that’s unsaid.
The sky leans low,
clouds pressing down,
as if the world,
too, feels the weight.
And so I sit,
staring into the water,
waiting for nothing,
listening to everything.
Should I fall it’s ok
I can swim, if I fall.
So for now I will sit here
Why? Because it’s what I choose
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
This is really soothing, I could feel the peace through your writing. Amazing
For the answer(s) will come. Good job.
Beautifully captures the essence of stillness and introspection. The imagery of the canal, the weight of unanswered questions, very interesting poem and it seem to be very fassinable.