Wordbridge

With these words a bridge begins to build
Rising up and out from one shore
Reaching
At first a thin rope across the chasm
Then thicker ones can come
With words our trust grows
As we start to sing in tune
Hearts begin to soften, open
And the cord grows stronger
And when, at last
Our hands do clasp
The gap impedes no longer

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A bridge of words

With these words a bridge begins to build
Rising up and out from one shore
Reaching
At first a thin rope across the chasm
Then thicker ones can come
With words our trust grows
As we start to sing in tune
Hearts begin to soften, open
And the cord grows stronger
And when, at last
Our hands do clasp
The gap impedes no longer

Verrazano

Spanning straights like a leap locked
Springing from rocky shore to shore
A mile or more
It’s majesty obscures it’s metaphor

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The Verrazano narrows bridge is the largest I’ve gone over routinely, and never without awe. Most of the New York bridges I’ve passed at least once, save only the Williamsburg. London bridge, by cab, and the Golden Gate also. Countless lesser crossings too. I’ve been to the site in Roebling where most of the cables were made. Marvels of engineering, they have huge impact on the landscapes.

Bridges and Fences

Bridges keep the flocks from fishes
Interstates from lesser roads
Fences keep cows from sheep
And gardens from neighbors toads

Bridges let the boats go by
While trucks can barrel onward
Fences settle arguments
And delineate many a yard

Fences segregate and divide
To keep me out or keep mother in
Bridges span stormy straights
And join what was asunder

Fences built of barbed wire
Deny condemn and sever
Bridges cross chasms and enable
Meeting and understanding

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Corpus Callosum

Tree 
A vertical bridge twixt soil and sky
Opposites, paradoxes, contradictions
Fallen
Now spanning to the west bank
Balance
Needed to navigate the thin round road
Bring the two together in one cohesive
Whole

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Spirit Bridge

Between the selfishness that ignores others and sees neither others nor themself, and the loving attentive self-caring where empathy is born, across this contradiction lies an idea represented at a thousand river crossings, in each beings death, at every revelation with god, in one certain tree in a village in Argentina

One foot in molten iron core,
the other in the distant star
Spirit bridge

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In response to. A prompt at the poets pub dVerse

A riddle

Two wooden gangways
Jutting out onto the waters
Identical in every way, and yet…

Boats have long since ceased to come
What once arrived every day
No more the fisher’s poles and traps
Come to reap the bountiful bay

Yet there they are, rising still
Above the water, bridging bounds
Between the worlds of water and land
Lapped by waters gentle sounds

No difference between them can be discerned
Solve this riddle young acolyte and you’ll become
The bridge of all that was ever begun

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