A Bridge Crossed


There it stays
out of use
‘Til luck runs dry
breaking the crutch

Unaided and alone
the power within
hears the call
The unknown rises,
bolsters a will

A new release
fills empty holes
Far less timid
than before
a fortnight

St. Paul’s Cathedral and Millennium Bridge as seen through a window at the Tate Modern, London, June 2011, c.b.w.

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c.b. 2012


24 thoughts on “A Bridge Crossed

  1. I like this poem. It feels so hopeful–the listening to the inner voice, the moving forward into the unknown. Crossing the bridge toward the heart’s calling.


  2. I look forward to the birth story continuing. There is so much I like in this photo. The framing provided by the window – you saw a perfect shot. The wonderful juxtaposition of old (b & w) with new (the sculptural Millennium bridge, leading to that classic St. Paul dome. The lines of the bridge leading the eye up to the dome, and leading the mind to the next part of your story. I’m looking forward to tomorrow’s post!


    • Leave it to me to be in a museum of spectacular art and be mesmerized by the view outside the window. 😉 I was going to walk by it and let it go, but I couldn’t help it . . . the image was just so powerful to me. I just didn’t know why until I got home. 🙂


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