Her glasses sit lightly
across the bridge of her nose,
reflecting early autumn sunlight
so that to my unaccustomed eyes
< She is blinding >
even after the sunlight recedes
and I close my eyes to sunset hues,
sun-spots bleed deep blue across my vision
in the shape of her name.
Photo by Anne Nygård on Unsplash
On DVerse this Tuesday, the challenge is to write a poem about bridges OR write a Puente (Spanish for “bridge”), which is a poem that uses a line with a tilde (~) to connect two stanzas.
Seamus O'Shaughnessy, Jr. 
I can feel how she has faded away in that last stanza
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A love that is blinding can leave traces even after its gone. Sometimes those traces just make it harder to see haha
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The light like an echo–and her fading. Thank you for your poem.
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Thank you for reading it!!
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Oh this is achingly beautiful! I so love; “even after the sunlight recedes and I close my eyes to sunset hues.” Sigh.
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Thank you! I’m glad you liked it 😊 i enjoyed the image of a former romance as a sun spot in the eyes, as something akin to watching a sunset leave!
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Exactly! – I think this is a good way to put it. I loved this one.
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Thank you!!!
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And THAT, Ladies and Gentlemen, is how it’s done.
Smooth shifting, Brother. Conga rats!
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Thank you so much! Glad you liked it!
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This is so beautiful and especially memorable. This is going to stick with me.
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I’m glad you liked it, thank you 🙂
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This is softly beautiful, like a fading memory. Lovely to meet you at dVerse!
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Lovely meeting you as well! glad you liked the poem 🌻
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This is simply gorgeous ….
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Thank you!!!!
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This poem will stick with me as well, long after my eyes flutter closed, it lives…👏👏
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I’m glad it will stick with you! Thank you for taking the time to read it and leave such a kind comment 😊
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Welcome! ❤
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I love the before and after in your Puente, Such a great bridge line! And so nostalgic!
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Thank you! Glad you liked the bridge line!!
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You are welcome!
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Great use of the puente form here – how the whole poem pivots on two different senses of the word ‘blinding.’
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Thank you, I’m glad you liked it!!
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A perfect bridge in all aspects, Evan! This is such a delicate and honest love poem, which plays with the concept of sight and paints a gorgeous picture using sunset hues and deep blue.
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Thank you!
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Light can do strange things to vision. I can picture that image on the mind’s closed eyes. (K)
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Indeed! It can linger with you a long time and make it difficult to see other things!
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Feels like a haunting kind of passion. I wonder if she even knows how he feels…
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I would guess no…the sun rarely knows who it blinds!
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Beautiful!
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Thank you!!
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seared into my vision, really delightful … nice to meet you!
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nice to meet you too! glad you liked it 😊
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you are most welcome!
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