Demanding
He take
Another journey
Across the bridge.
He knew
His body was willing,
But
His heart
Might never
Again
Be ready.
He’d fortified the walls,
Doubled
His defenses,
And given
His vital organ
Ample time
To heal.
Time had taught him
That tempting
The Fates
Often meant
Picking up
The shattered pieces
Of his
Once
Promising
Life.
He was in no mood
For yet
Another round
Of jigsaw heart.
With him,
Reminding
The wounded hero
That quitters
Die alone.
They told him
Not to fear
What was on
The other side.
But could he trust them?
So often,
They’d led him
Astray,
Preying on
The hopeless romantic,
Who loved first,
And reasoned
Only when
It was
Far
Too
Late.
The sky
Looked as if
It were giving him
A warning.
How ominous,
How frightening,
How tempting.
Like love,
The sky
Summoned him,
And he
Obediently answered
Its siren call.
Across the bridge
He strode.
Only time
Will tell
If the voices
Have finally
Been kind
To the
Oft
Wounded
Warrior
Of Love’s Battlefield…
Hope the date goes well. 🙂
Thanks. It was on Monday. We shall see if it went well for her…
Let’s hope she’s wise enough to see you’re a prize. 🙂
And not the Booby Prize!
Beautiful! I love the metaphor – seeing the dark storm ahead – a reminder of past heartbreaks but having the strength and courage to cross over to what appears a budding ray of sunshine on the other side. I love it.
Thank you. I usually joke about my dating failures, but sometimes, I wax poetic. 🙂
I’m glad you’re letting your guard and wall down….I hope it works out now that you let someone in.
I keep letting them in, and they keep breaking things!
There’s others like me that break shit? Huh.
They just break my heart…
Thanks for making me feel terrible about my sense of humor, Austin. I think I want a Patriotic Porch Pie now . . .
Well, you did cuss on my family friendly blog, so perhaps you angered Blog Security…
Damn Blog Security. They’ve been hassling me for months!
Sorry. It is a necessity in these wild times…
Odd…and then so is my next entry – wait ’til you read it. Seeing your post reminded me of a magazine article that had come my way…
Ah…
https://mstoywhisperer.wordpress.com/2015/07/02/name-that-charicature/
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Ah, so true of Life on Love’s Battlefield!! I found this to be true for females as well!!
Another march to the battlefield of love, Austin, is worth it. You are a valiant poet. Never give up. Ever. Yay, you.
I need to do something to pass the time. I can’t write all the time. 🙂
Yes, while away the time across the river, my friend. Good plan.
Thanks, Mark. 🙂
Keep crossing that bridge, Austin. I believe in you.
Thanks, Masked Avenger. I’d be willing to walk across a bridge 3000 miles long if it meant finding true love…
i’m glad you’re headed out and over the bridge )
I am going through this.
Dating or crossing bridges?
Crossing bridges.
Very well written, and wonderful photos!
Thanks. I thought the pics were very cool, too. I took them with my phone…
This is beautiful Austin, I really enjoyed reading it 🙂
Thanks, Abbie. The Hopeless Romantic got hold of the laptop again. 🙂
I believe I told you a couple of months ago that you most certainly could write a love poem. Nicely done ❤
Thank you. That means a lot…
Love this and what it represents!
Thank you. Can’t give up hope, right?