Monday, August 20, 2012

The Watcher

Valette - Under Winslow Bridge


The Watcher
© 2012 Susan Noyes Anderson

He watched, aloof, as other men built bridges...
eschewed their trust in girders, planks and beams.
Foundations always cracked for him or crumbled.
(Nothing strong is ever as it seems.)

He peered from shadows, most of his own making,
cursed the careless hearts that let him down,
decried the better life he was forsaking,
and labeled bridges one more way to drown.

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31 comments:

Kay said...

so sad...xx

Terra said...

crap, I think I am going to cry. WOW. I am printing this one!

LeAnn said...

This was a little sad and the picture was reflective. Yes, Poigant I would say. Thanks for the link to the poems. I wish I had the talent to write one.
You astound me.
Hugs!

Dixie Mom said...

Oh, woe is me. This could be me.

Brian Miller said...

it is pretty sad to see people like this....where it is the worlds fault and they feel everyone and everything is against them....

Sistas in Zion said...

Great poem Sue! Loved the title too, "The Watcher" We need to stop watching and roll up our sleeves and get to work strengthening our foundations.

Little Nell said...

The sense of hopelessness is very powerful. Well done.

Daydreamertoo said...

Oh dear... what a sad, sad man and yet, so true of some people creating their own misery and loving being in it because they don't know any other way to be and so close out any hope of change.
Phew.... felt this Sue :) Well penned!

Darlene said...

Pretty depessing. Still the poem was altogether impressive! But then, again, yours always are.

manicddaily said...

Wow - this was so well done. The rhyme works beautifully with the whole piece. Thanks. k.

Leovi said...

Yes, he realized that his life is a farce.

yaya said...

That last line is so powerful. I wonder how many people feel this way but choose to give life another try. No one really knows what goes on in other peoples minds.

Annmarie Pipa said...

oouch.

karen said...

Well, it's always easier to shake your fist and wallow in your misery than to pick yourself up and do something about it. I've been both people, and I like myself better when I give myself the power to shore up my foundation and become stronger, better, improved. Wallowing is just whiney fear.

Karen S. said...

Oh no, somebody please give this man your love.....very sad, but so real it's quite scary.

Grandma Honey said...

This reminds me of some people I know. So sad. They are missing what could be.

Dina Lettre said...

Ooooh...that gave me goose bumps.

Berowne said...

"Bridges one more way to drown." Powerful.

Laurie Kolp said...

I like that last line, too... the whole piece is beautifully written, Sue.

Kutamun said...

He does seem rather a "glass half empty" kind of bloke, but im glad he has life in this poem ! Well done

jabblog said...

Ooh, very sad to be in this state.

thingy said...

Wow. This one was a tough one to do.

Your take is so powerful.

Helen said...

Your poem packs an emotional punch! (love the background music)

Linda said...

It's very deflating when all encounters give you a reason to feel so down trodden. I love the way you had your 'Watcher' blaming every one else for his own failings. Wonderful insights, Sue! Thanks for sharing. =D

Caroline said...

This one is SO powerful, Sue. I got chills all over reading it. I loved it! You are a master of words.

:)

anitamombanita said...

Great poem for the image...but oh so sad.

zongrik said...

bridges one more way to drown, wow

Lyn said...

Love that line..."nothing strong is ever as it seems"..profound..very intense!

Eva Gallant said...

You wrote well to the image.

Helena said...

I can feel his pain. Beautifully crafted!

Amy said...

I am a tragic romantic, and this poem is right up my alley. So melancholy!

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