I touch both sides, reaching, spanning. Fanning out, an arbiter from here to there. You grace me when you cross me, but do not be cross when you cross me. I am here so you can go to there. It is always greener on either side where I reside. I am your bridge.

A graceful arch goes
across the chasm of life,
we traverse our time

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

dVerse Poets Pub – Haibun Monday #24: Bridge


Opportunity has knocked,
the winds of change have blown.
But, a heart in flux can’t get enough
when love comes to call.

The winds of change have blown,
bringing something new to a life
that has waited for its coming.

But, a heart in flux can’t get enough.
It yearns for a touch, a caress,
a longing kiss to steer its course.

When love comes to call,
will your heart be willing and accepting to
a welcomed guest that might stay a lifetime?

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

Poetic Asides Poetic Form – Trimeric