The salmon pink sky
The smell of spring lingers
Snow high up on the fells
If I burned my bridges
By coming home…
I gained new ground
Garnered new worths
And accept the light shining forth
Is different to the light that I imagined.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
This is for d’Verse quadrille and we were asked to consider burn.
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I hadn’t thought about the expression “burning bridges,” but you use it well and the thought of coming home is something that is just built into us. A simmering urge within.
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The last two lines are so true and ultimately so hopeful, if we can accept it.
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A great philosophy espoused in your words here…..we all burn bridges behind us….may we look forward and benefit from our past, lighting new paths along the way.
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Much love to you. XXX
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Love this.. there is a great thing if burned bridges give you such light
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Here’s to burning bridges…and building them too.
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I liked the ending about the difference in the light from what was imagined.
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I like this thoughtful piece.
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This tells a story in so few words.
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I also like the light gained from the burning bridges. The imagery of it lighting up the path before you, perhaps lighting a new future
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I think it will be a new future…I am not sure it is remotely like anything I had envisaged….but perhaps that is the beauty.XX
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I like new beginnings too 😄
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Brillian closing lines! Like the subtlety of this poem, and the peaceful images setting up that burning bridge.
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Thank you much, the feedback is greatly appreciated. XX
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My pleasure 😇
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People have already told you what a wonderful and wonderfully succinct story poem you produced. Bravo from me!
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Thank you very much. XXXX
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You are welcome!
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sometimes bridges need to be burned – metaphorically speaking.
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Blessings on your journey. It takes a lot of courage to do this:
If I burned my bridges
By coming home…
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Much love Grace. XXXXX
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I especially love that first stanza, which describes your mood by describing nature. It reminds me of some of the ancient Chinese poets.
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Thank you very much. XXXXXX
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Burning bridges certainly opens new paths and new perspectives. A good take on the prompt.
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DreAMs oF SuNken BRidges
Water SinKing Cars FLoaTinG
FAlling GiVinG uP FeaR unkNoWn
Feelings Senses CoMe MorE BriDGE
NoWNo
Longer Fears
Or Need for Burn..:)
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I hope so. XXXX who knows where the river flows…XXXX
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i’LL
Take
Up
Stream..:)
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Your story of burning bridges is a gentle and thoughtful one, Alison. I love the change from the light of a ‘salmon pink sky’ to the ‘light shining forth… different to the light that I imagined’.
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This is beautiful!💞 We all burn bridges behind us.. may our days ahead prove better for us as we set out and welcome the arrival of a new dawn 💞
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Let us hope so. XX
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Oh Alison, I loved this poem so much. Burning bridges to build new ones, different light than foreseen…all of it. Splendid.
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Much love to you and all the cats, XXXX
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