Lazy Poets Thursday Poem

polsloe bridge


Pausing on the edge of night foreboding

Tense in traffic jammed up in the gloam

Hovering on the brink of the half light

Waiting for some story to unfold

Beneath the bridge a sense of something stirring

Waiting hoping longing to be told


8 thoughts on “Lazy Poets Thursday Poem

  1. Good one! While I read it, I can feel my shoulders squinching up just the way they do when I’m really stuck in a traffic jam. Beyond that, I can’t think of anything to say that other people haven’t said first – that last line is GREAT.

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