Timothy Spearman writes and shoots

                                                A Poeture Speaks a Thousand Words

Old Hag Crossing Bridge

Red cherry blossoms bloom

Opening vistas of past history

emerging from the morning mist

and from the mists of past memory

of events long gone but not forgotten

Old hag crossing bridge

leaving past behind

Bridge of mid-life crossed

Old Bag carries bag

She is bag lady

Photographer is poet

words are in her lens

but she is speechless

and cannot form words

So wordsmith articulates

visual poetry in photo

of Chinese photographer

She is pleased

she loves wordsmith

She knows what words are worth

from this modern day Wordsworth.

They are romantics he and she

She says she belongs the past

That is what the bridge is for

it links past with future

Never turn your back on the past

It might catch up with you

on the other side of the bridge

Some call it karma

You can't escape

The past follows you

You think you are old

but your steps shorten

like those of a child

and you walk with a cane

Life is a circle

like a snake eating its tail

We go back to the beginning

and start over again

The cycle of births and deaths

is unremitting and relentless

re-embodied souls in different bodies

But there is always a bridge

linking past and future

called the evolution of the soul