Poems ✍️

The water looked up at the man's face;
said, 'come with me, let's take a midnight swim'.
He could barely hear the slap of waters prattle,
over the sour clanging of the wrought iron cables,
like century old Church bells festered with rust,
eerie....and acerbicly clamourous,
skewing the mind of clear acumen,
feeling wet whispers of doubt in his head.

Said the Water to the man,
'Whatchu' waitin' for...,
why y'u lookin 'hind your back?
Was yo'r sense of strangeness
hoping for some media man-god
com' an' stroke yo'r ignorance,
then slap it 'cross th' morning Joe news'?
An' y'u won'teven be around to smell it....!
bloody fool y'u be... to disrespect Life -
th' most precious God-Gift you'll never see again!

Came a sudden gust of slicing wind,
out from an otherwise mundane breeze,
causing the man on the bridge to slip and land
onto a cable rail.... his last chance to nay Death

The wind, it passed.... the Water said no more;
the man got back into his Porsche;
Wall Street will survive another morning,
and money's ne'er guarantees peace of mind,
still tomorrow, somewhere, ther'll be someone else
standing on a bridge looking down on Life.



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Frank James Ryan Jr. / FjR