Tag Archives: Bridges


Greece, Crete, South Dakota, La Manzanilla, Mexico, Rome, Montenegro, San Francisco, Chicago, Texas, Colima, Peru, Des Moines. Can you match the bridge to the location? (Even I’m not sure where all of these are. . . .

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For this prompt: https://aroused.blog/2019/09/07/friday-fun-bridges/




A river between us, each high on a ridge.
If we’re ever to meet, we must build a bridge.
But it’s hard to accomplish unless we take hand
to collect the cement, the gravel and sand.

So those of us tired of  manual labors—
not given to chitchatting much with our neighbors—
can go on our blogs to find our own kind,
constructing bridges purely of mind.

Blogging is great to bring folks together
on separate continents, in any weather.
We can be lazy, me here and you there,
building our bridges with ease, through the air.

Not over yet! Now click on this URL:

The prompt today was “bridge.”

Travel Theme– Angles: Minnesota to San Francisco

Angles: Minnesota to San Francisco

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For different angles look here; http://wheresmybackpack.com/2015/09/11/travel-theme-angles/

Routes Laid Out by Heavenly Bodies

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Routes Laid Out by Heavenly Bodies

The road of the moon
on the water
is a bridge
between us
leading me
to our new self.

When I am ready
to return
to what I was
before you,
that road
has vanished

but the sun
lights a different
and sends my shadow
ahead like a door
I seek to enter.

The oldest moon,
the sun at its birth
or just before its death
create  in us
just the suggestion
of a road.

That is why we rise early
for the sunrise,
gather for the sunset,
spill old blood,
howl howl
at the open moon.

This poem meets both prompts today. The NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a poem about a bridge. and the WordPress prompt was  “When the full moon happens, you turn into a person who is the opposite of who you normally are.  Describe this new you.”


Cee’s Fun Photo Challenge: Bridges



With the estuary now open to the sea, it presents more dangers than crocodiles in the surf.


It is also necessary to cross this scary suspension bridge to get further up the beach. I’ve tried wading the estuary, but crocs seem a bigger danger than the three cables that support this bridge.



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