The Carriage at the Bend
Poetry on Risking the Unseen
The bends of life are questions we answer--at risk.
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I hold the reins
Dark horses that neigh
A kept tale
The only
Company.
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The carriage
Used to
hold--
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Her.
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We traversed this road.
Under clouds
White.
Soft.
Cradling with their mist.
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Her hand
Soft
Yet firm.
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At dusk
My vision
Blurs.
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The bend curves
In a question mark
I've tried not
to answer.
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The reins sweat in my palm.
They wait.
Not knowing.
For me
To let go.
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Sadness
An unwelcome passenger
He jerks our seats
And minds.
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Hard.
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Rocky.
Bumpy.
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The carriage
Stops.
Leans forth.
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Where?
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The horse neighs.
Waits.
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For me.
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For her.
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Original poem by Michelle Liew. AI tags are coincidental.
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Comments (4)
So sad and beautiful, Michelle.
Holding tight to that metaphor, well done!
This was such a vivid emotional journey.
Wow. This poem feels alone. Calls the 'alone' feeling into existence, on a page, on a screen. I like that you took us on a ride. Much like that of a carriage. Do the horses know the answer? Can the road provide the question. This was such a thoughtful journey through life and what it means to live and question things. Nicely done Michelle ā¤ļøš¤