suspension snapped


a bridge painted the same color

as the sky fears its own lack

of identity, staring down into the dark

water beneath its belly

its steel spine itchy from all the vehicles

that traverse its body

the metal pests rub rubber

against its skin

the bridge loathes its condition

and yet its purpose is clear

and it accepts its position with patience

until an earthquake or whirlwind

snaps its suspension and frees it

About Sean William Lynch
Sean William Lynch is a poet from New Jersey who was born in 1992. Lynch's first book of poems "the city of your mind" was published in 2013 by Whirlwind Press. Frank Sherlock, the poet laureate of Philadelphia, called Lynch's debut poetry book "visionary." CA Conrad claimed that the book was "marvelous!" S.W. Lynch's writing has been featured in numerous publications online and in print, including Milkfist, Poetry Quarterly, and Tincture Journal.

2 Responses to suspension snapped

  1. pembroke5 says:

    This does fit one of the definitions of metaphysical verse. It embody’s a conceit. The poem brings two separate ideas together in a way that wouldn’t occur to most people. The bridge is tired of carrying the cars that rub against it with their rubber tires, and it looks longingly down at the water. Andrew Marvell was one of the great poets who used some of these forms. His work stikes us as being modern, and poets like Stephen Spender have commented on it. Alexander Marshall pembroke5@aol.com

  2. ^ ditto pembroke5. Metaphorically rich.

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