Sunday, September 29, 2013

City Streets 4: The Bridge


she met him half way
between light and shadows
on the bridge’s promenade,
where it seems easy to fall in love
again, to get lost in blue skies
and the magic of sunlight
sparkling on the water

it was on this bridge,
so wide and old and wise
that she felt a connection
as infinite as the city’s skyline,
her heart of glass, vulnerable
yet wanting to be reflective
of what is pure and kind


it was on this bridge
that she learned to let go,
to leave the past behind
and walk across into a new life
not knowing whether
it would work or not,
but better than standing still

she did not want to be rescued
only to be loved unconditionally,
maybe it was the blueness
of the sky, the water, or his eyes
but she saw hope in all of it
and she held on,
her hand tightly clasped into his


This is Part 4 of my fictional urban poems, now taking place on the Brooklyn Bridge promenade, featured in the first photo. I enjoyed taking these photos this weekend on such a beautiful early Autumn day. The promenade is renowned for romantic walks by the water, while admiring New York City's skyline. In the second photo, you can see the Statue of Liberty in the distance. In the third photo, the Freedom Tower is on the far left.


And here is the picturesque Brooklyn Bridge, built in 1883 in the neo-Gothic architectural style. You can actually walk on the bridge all the way across to Manhattan. A bridge can be so symbolic, and being there sparked an idea for this next poem in my urban series. You can find my other urban poems in this series at City Streets,  City Streets: Part 2, and City Streets: Part 3. Enjoy and have a wonderful week ahead!
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59 comments:

  1. nice...last time i walked that bridge it was with claudia when she was visiting the states....i love the city....thanks for giving it a story...it is full of them for sure....learning to let go, is not the easiest thing in the world...

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    1. Letting go ... not easy at all ... takes time. Thanks, Brian. So nice you walked the bridge with Claudia. Smiles :)

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  2. I've so enjoyed your urban poem series. And this meeting space between shadow and light. Just glorious!

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    1. Yes, between light and shadow ... kind of in a gray area sometimes. Smiles. Thanks, Talon :)

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  3. Such wonderful poetry and a lovely story! Thank you for coming by sharing your creative photography on Weekly Top Shot #102!

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    1. So glad to hear you think my photography is creative. Thanks, Madge! :)

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  4. Love the idea of not wanting to be rescued. Sometimes a jump can in fact be a "jump start".

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    1. I like your interpretation, Gemma. A strong woman doesn't need to be rescued ... only loved :)

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  5. Beautiful pictures ~ I have seen that bridge & view ~ Loving the hopeful note in the end, starting over, moving forward ~

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    1. Always move forward in hope, yes. Thank you, Grace :)

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  6. I really enjoyed this story as it gave such a clear image and message...wonderful Loredana

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    1. So glad you enjoyed the message, Donna, thank you :)

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  7. Loved the poem and the story. And your photos are beautiful. Enjoy your week ahead!

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  8. great photos... and the poem had me standing there watching it all unfold...

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    1. Glad you enjoyed standing on the bridge, admiring the view, Robert. Smiles :)

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  9. Lovely blue sky and bridge and lovely poem too

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  10. Seen it but never walked it, and such a way is all one needs at the end of the day

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    1. Bridge building
      Connecting
      What we all need
      At our feed :)

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  11. What a moving poem this is, Loredana. Sometimes a person does have to make the decision to actually walk across the bridge in hopefulness. One has to believe in something...sometime.

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    1. Yes, it takes courage to move forward and make changes. Thanks, Mary :)

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  12. Cool doing an urban series. Love the photos. You live in a place full of wonderful sights. I love the courage she had to take that walk into something new and really like that she didnt want to be rescued, just loved unconditionally. What we all long for. Great write.

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    1. Thanks, Sherry. I actually leave closer to the countryside of NY, but the city is only 35 miles away. Smiles :)

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  13. I really like this...hubby is a native New Yorker

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  14. A walk across a bridge at times seems like journeying into a new life doesn't it? Enjoyed your words and the photos accompanying them.

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    1. Yes, a metaphor for walking towards a new life. Glad you enjoyed the piece :)

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  15. Mi piace molto questa poesia così piena di speranza e desiderosa d'amore...raccontato in modo non banale. Le foto di New York sono splendidi ! Abbraccio.

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    1. Grazie, Jane, hai fatto una bella analisi. Un abbraccio! :)

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  16. Loved this story poem and those beautiful pictures. What a gorgeous day!

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  17. my favorite lines are 'but she saw hope in all of it
    and she held on,'.......i like the positive note......

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    1. Always think positive. Thanks, Sumana. Smiles :)

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  18. the wise and old bridge where it seems easy to fall in love
    again, to get lost in blue skies
    and the magic of sunlight
    sparkling on the water


    - how I love that... beautiful poem

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  19. Epic. I loved the setting and the idea of meeting someone between the light and the shadows. I will be back to read this again tomorrow. Lovely.

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  20. Belle foto come sempre e maestosi i grattacieli.
    Ciao Loredana un grosso bacio!

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    1. Grazie, Francesca. Il grattacielo Freedom Tower credo che sia il piu' alto in NYC. Un abbraccio! :)

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  21. I love this urban poem! So romantic and beautiful. I'm glad she decided to take the risk and fall in love :)

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  22. Sono così tenere queste poesie metropolitane... I luoghi sono così vasti che sembra faticoso incontrarsi parlarsi intendersi.La grandezza della cose,il gran numero delle persone,rende più complicata la vita,portando via spazio e tempo alle ore degli innamorati,forse....Complimenti per il tuo lavoro su parole,immagini e sentimenti!!! Buona settimana,Rita.

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    1. Cara Rita, ho cercato di fare un reportage sulla vita in citta' che e' molto differente da quella in campagna--piu' veloce e spaziosa. Hai fatto una bella osservazione. Un abbraccio :)

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  23. Love the hope in this poem and the photos are beautiful.

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  24. Amazing pictures, I love the light and the colors!

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  25. Beutiful shots, the sky is such a powerful blue

    Mollyxxx

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  26. I think we all want to be loved unconditionally! Gorgeous blue skies you have captured.

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  27. nice...i love bridges...there's such deep symbolic in them as well...learning to let go... not always easy but i like how you capture the sun, blue water, mirroring in his eyes and the hope... i walked manhattan bridge with bri into chinatown with the trains running next to the pedestrian path and smell of steel...it was a beautiful clear day as well..

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    1. Thank you, Claudia. Enjoyed linking up and sharing a bit of NYC. As I said to Brian, so nice you walked the bridge together. Smiles :)

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  28. Bridges are symbolic of so many things. I especially like what you have done here. Love can be a risk worth taking.

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    1. Thank you, Laurie. Yes, love is worth it :)

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  29. I love how you blended the pictures along with your poetic words...

    Awesome writing. :)

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    1. Thank you for your sweet comment. I enjoy photography as well as poetry. Smiles :)

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  30. Liked best where you had an image, something we could see. Enjoyed reading your work.

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    1. Thank you for your insightful observation. Yes, poetry is more effective when we use imagery--show, don't tell. Smiles :)

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  31. Loved this--and now I feel like I should go back and read the series

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  32. I love this series - so romantic, along with the dramatic backdrop! What gorgeous photos of the city with the brilliant blue skies and water. xo karen

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  33. love this, romantic and brave..venturing into the unknown fearless..beautiful

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  34. to be loved unconditionally . . . the best kind of love.

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  35. Great photo and poem,Loredana!

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  36. Perdu dans ma campagne ....
    Je ne peux comprendre la ville ....
    Prendrai-je un jour ce pont ....
    Pour la rejoindre ...?

    Amicalement Pascal

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    1. Bonjour Pascal,

      J'habite a la campagne mais je travaille dans la ville. Dans la journee, je suis au milieu de gratte-ciel. Dans la soiree, je suis au milieu des arbres.

      Amicalement Loredana :)

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