feels good to get across those bridges...really like your form in the first....and we def have to look beyond what is right in front of us to see some of the beauty....cool how it plays on the undercarriage...
full of color and images of life. creates a very vivid picture
i love the fullness in the first verse and the form....the next one is inspiring...
I will comment on your second one. The bridge dream really struck me. One time I had a repeating dream as well, where I was hanging over fire. And I woke up so very scared each time. Then someone told me that I should in my mind bring the dream to a SAFE conclusion. I did. I fantasized that I jumped into the fire and found the flames warming and soothing and then walked out. That was the last time I had the dream...as I made my OWN ending, not the fearful one I had imagined.
I enjoyed both poems, Helen, albeit for different reasons, of course. In the first one, I like that you make me see things I rarely think about, in fact only when I take a boat trip and go under a bridge. As for the second one, I wondered what it feels like to know you have come to terms with your demons 'because of' a bridge.
Enjoyed them both, but especially like the first one, Helen. I love "underbelly of a bridge"...
I enjoyed the color in your first poem. And your second poem describes well the agony of post traumatic stress. I'm glad the narrator made it across the bridge. It takes courage.
I enjoyed both of them.. the second one is a stark imagery of getting through.. that recurring dream where you finally cross the bridge.. well penned
Helen, I like your bridge poems. Bridges fascinate me, even the undersides. That probably comes from my favorite childrens' book, I think Mom first read it to me, Billy Goats Gruff. I loved the troll under the bridge part. I still have it, a 1930's era edition.I've never had a crossing the bridge dream. I might like it. I did sort of like the recurring dreams I used to have. They all stopped, together, all of a sudden for a reason I will never know.My therapy has been all physical, to me it was like what I think 'going to the club' might be like. We have had nice groups for the therapy I have had to have and I always hated to have to stop coming. Of course there would be stories there, I like to tell of the day that two Hooter wait staff (do I dare say girls?) came to visit us...
Those were both beautiful!
I like both of these very much Helen. The therapy bridge is an apt image and I love the photo too.
A lot of water under these bridges! Both great poems, that first image is gorgeous both the photo and the poem. The second is very deep. I had a dream I could break into atoms and flow through walls once, if I ran fast enough... One of my favorite dreams :-)
Luv them both and contracts on crossing your bridge, Happy you visited my blogMuch love...
Wow, this is inspiring.
So clever.I do hope it remains true for your sake.
I like the second one best.Mowing paddocks is my therapy...every bone in your body aches and you just drop down dead on to your bed and would not know if a bomb hit you:)
Two really excellent poems. Your Puente is inspired - the bridge line: perfect!
Spectacular post and beautiful bridges ... literal and literary!
Lovely poems! Liked the way you described the beauty of the bridge! :)
The underside a place on the bridge that can be forgotten. So many times you just can not get to see that part, and it can be so beeautiful.
Simply stunning work!
Intense. Inspired! My counselor would love this, too.
I saw this bridge last visit. I came back and the beauty of the curves got me again! ... They do that.
Wow-- both lovely and inspiring, Helen. Quite amazing that you got through, these things are so hard to understand. K,