#357. crossing brooklyn bridge

August 17, 2010

i adore hearing
the strange music
of echoing thoughts
whistling through iron
cables towers wooden
planks of the promenade
the bridge hums with power
transmitting from there to here
across the wide and deep water
between my ideas and my verses

closing my eyes
i see old walt whitman
crossing below knowing
i await him across real time
i begin to truly hear the endless

6 Responses to “#357. crossing brooklyn bridge”

  1. slpmartin said

    Your poem brought to mind all the old photographs of when they were building the bridge…so many stories twisted n the cables of the bridge.

  2. Evelyn said

    I wonder if the living really can hear the endless…?

  3. zevstar said

    i believe we can. for instance, in this poem i am describing my hearing walt whitman and his poem crossng brooklyn ferry…one of my all time faves.

  4. Evelyn said

    “the bridge hums with power
    transmitting from there to here
    across the wide and deep water
    between my ideas and my verses”
    how did I miss this last time?
    I can see the water…

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