Light reveals an opening, a net
caught by what is broken, muddied, wet;
scattered stones and history unmet.
Tangled edges under/over ground,
traveling as lines that make no sound,
camouflaged by fragments lost, unbound.
What remains? The inside of the fray:
all the shadowed hours that mark the day.
Every path holds dreams, or so they say.
I decided to do something a little different for Sue Vincent’s “Bridge” photo prompt, below, this week. I took the photo and abstracted it and then painted it. I wanted to have a subtle color variation, so I used only 5 colors (green, orange, 2 browns, and grey) plus black and white, and mixed them in different proportions.
The poem is in a form that Jane Dougherty used a few days ago, which has 3 stanzas of 3 rhyming lines each, with each line containing 9 syllables. I liked the rhythm, and playing with numbers and words is something I enjoy. I always find that thinking about rhymes, too, causes me to see things I might otherwise not.