3WW - Destination Unknown

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Bridge - Disturbed - Still

Destination Unknown

Orange bridge arched
through white clouds anchored in blue skies

to join chilled sun in its assault
against winter’s cold

as life’s breeze
disturbed still water beneath secured hulls
to unearth resting dreams.

MeeAugraphie
02/06/08

I struggled a bit with this one, mind must have been stuck in work mode…

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11 Comments

  1. TC
    Posted February 6, 2008 at 1:51 pm | Permalink

    I love the idea of not having a destination in mind at all. One of my favorite roadtrips was that way. We knew how long we could drive for, and just got in the car and went. It was fabulous. :)

  2. UL
    Posted February 6, 2008 at 3:28 pm | Permalink

    “orange bridge arched”, what a beautiful image, will remain in my mind forever…! Thank you.

  3. Sandy
    Posted February 6, 2008 at 4:30 pm | Permalink

    Very nice…I love the deeper meanings to your poem.

    S

  4. Norma
    Posted February 6, 2008 at 5:12 pm | Permalink

    Very lovely. I reread it several times. It brings to mind other photos I’ve seen of the bridge in my essay today. “Still water beneath secured hulls” is especially nice.

  5. Tumblewords
    Posted February 6, 2008 at 8:46 pm | Permalink

    ‘to unearth resting dreams’ fine line. Nice poem. Great imagery. I see the Golden Gate Bridge.

  6. Linda Jacobs
    Posted February 6, 2008 at 9:45 pm | Permalink

    Oh, yeah, beautiful image of the arched bridge! And I love the “resting dreams”! Nice!

  7. Meera
    Posted February 7, 2008 at 8:58 am | Permalink

    ‘Orange bridge… & breeze.. unearthin’ resting dreams …’ - Beautiful portrayal!

  8. gautami tripathy
    Posted February 7, 2008 at 11:54 am | Permalink

    I would like to see the picture that induced this incredible piece.

    Introducing myself

  9. pia
    Posted February 7, 2008 at 3:00 pm | Permalink

    Loved the thought of a trip without a destination to unearth resting dreams. Think that’s so true–the mind needs new places to grow

  10. LittleWing
    Posted February 8, 2008 at 5:20 pm | Permalink

    some beautiful images there… to unearth resting dreams was like frosting on a cake!!!

  11. Bone
    Posted February 9, 2008 at 3:54 pm | Permalink

    I enjoyed your poem, Marcia. And loved the title. Bridges are very inspiring to me. They can be majestic and powerful or olden and quaint.

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