a bridge across the world,
across mountains,
across words
and thoughts–
a bridge across the planets,
across misunderstandings,
across watercolor waves
and childhood expectations
Battered Bridge
a bridge across the world,
across mountains,
across words
and thoughts–
a bridge across the planets,
across misunderstandings,
across watercolor waves
and childhood expectations
spanishwoods 
I love the bridge concept, sw, it makes life sweeter, more understandable. Truly lovely poem.
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Thank you Jet. This is my son’s photo. He always finds the most interesting spots to capture.
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bridges give so many possibilities
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Yes and we’re so lucky to live in a city full of beautiful bridges. Even this one, in its state of disrepair, is beautiful.
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Such bridges are rare. There are new worlds to explore for those who are daring enough to cross over.
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When my son was a little boy, he would ask me what this bridge was or what that bridge was called and where that bridge connected. It was almost always in some pretty rough around the edges places that he became interested in these bridges (as Pittsburgh has many, many bridges everywhere throughout the city). Now that he’s a young man, he documents these old bridges freely and the result is always enchanting.
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Good for him! Cameras, I have discovered, can be a wonderful way to explore and see things differently. And old bridges beg to be photographed, and remembered. –Curt
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The photo has a splendid composition of lines. Your poem is a lovely expression of the majestic world we journey through, although it is not flawless, there are misunderstanding as well as watercolor rivers to find our way over. Acceptance rather than deniial
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Yes, and thanks so very much for stopping by today.
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My pleasure.
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Wonderful photo by your son and your words make the imagination fly. ❤
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Thank you so much.
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