Some Crossings

Written for:  dVerse Poets – Abridged Version  (posted by Lillian)
Come bridge with me. Create a poem that uses the word bridge in anyway you choose.

Walking across Brooklyn Bridge,
a lovely stroll on a spring day.
How much more you see
when walking leisurely.

Covered bridges intrigue me,
a feeling of past lives–footsteps
of many who traveled before you.

Imagine a bridge that disappears
after you cross it. They say,
do not burn bridges behind you,
but if it should vanish
on its own, you might find
a world of adventure
ahead of you.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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11 Responses to Some Crossings

  1. rosemawrites says:

    “Imagine a bridge that disappears
    after you cross it.”

    Oooh. so enchanting! Great take on the prompt. 🙂


  2. SMiLes.. i just
    got a movie
    scene from
    Saturday Night
    Fever and that
    scene.. Lord
    knows.. been there
    almost and done
    that smaller bridge
    too.. aRound these pArts..
    tHeRE is alWays someone
    to save ‘ya’ though..
    as bridges
    do literALLy saVe..
    truth be tOld.. i was
    to Die..
    a poetic
    beginning to
    an otherwise
    ending bridge.. mY friEnd..
    as the dice come uP.. Seven LiVinG..:)

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  3. lillian says:

    a bridge that disappears after you cross it… Well that would certainly make us face the future, no matter what it was! Glad you posted 🙂


  4. I think I want bridges disappearing sometimes… sounds good not to have any other choice than going forward

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  5. Misky says:

    I love covered bridges, also. Love this poem, too.


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