Bridge to Cross...Across the Sea!

Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about bridges. A bridge is a powerful metaphor, and when you start looking for bridges in poems, you find them everywhere. Your poem could be about a real bridge or an imaginary or ideal bridge. It could be one you cross every day, or one that simply seems to stand for something larger – for the idea of connection or distance, for the idea of movement and travel and new horizons.

Okay, I bridge it is. After reading poet post, Jesi, I felt that maybe I need where I wanted to go with this prompt. I have come to know the people dubbed The Poets Three. Their comments and conversations and votes of confidences have push me into new ways of thinking and stretching my poetic license. And even though we live some far across these cyber seas, I feel we are that much closer. They are the ones that make that make me feel less lonely as a poet. These are the folk that I can celebrate my victories and share my woes with in verse and friendship. Thank you, The Poets Three, Jesi, Rod, and Lizzi.

Today's a Pantoum about Bridges and Friendship across the miles.

from Morgue File

Sometime Marooned I be

Sometimes I feel a marooned captain that drifts upon a sea--
not so filled with water is this sea that upon I ride,
but an ocean of amassed of digital ones and zeros
that fills the spaces between the known lands.

Not so filled with water is this sea that upon I ride
while it is true that I do surf upon these strange tides,
that fills the spaces between the known lands
this is a vast and lonely cyber sea.

While it is true that I do surf upon these strange tides
and lonely is my journey often,
this is a vast and lonely cyber sea,
and I can count my blessing three.

And lonely is my journey often,
with nary and single crew to man this stalwart vessel
and I can count my blessings three;
1, 2, 3 others who float along this shiny sea with me.

With nary a single crew to man this stalwart vessel
yet, its the Poets Three who raise the sails, the
1, 2, 3 others who float along this shiny sea with me
staying the mainsail and swabbing the poop deck.

Yet, its the Poets Three who raise the sail, the
guiding voices that bridge the gaps of these lonely seas
staying the mainsail and swabbing the poop deck
when all of the wind and weather has beaten me raw.

Guiding voices that bridge the gaps of these lonely seas--
an ocean of amassed of digital ones and zeros,
when all of the wind and weather has beaten me raw--
sometimes I feel a marooned captain that drifts upon a sea.

Now onto the A to Z Challenge, so a second poem and about something equally random.  X is for Xanadu! It's part of a classic poem, Kubla Khan by Samuel Taylor Coleridge and it is also a ultra cheesy movie musical, Xanadu with Olivia Newton-John, and music by ELO (mostly). Xanadu is basically what paradise would be, so tonight a Cinquain for Xanadu.

I can't remember if I use Xanadu last year, but I am sure I didn't use it to write a poem. The way I think about it, even if I overlap, at least I am keeping it fresh.

Fragmented Fantasy

Magic

it unfolds in dreams

and I am dancing in

the biggest ballroom of pleasure

right here.

In case you are confused by this and have never read the poem or saw the movie, I present the most famous part of Kubla Khan and the title song from the movie:

The first stanza of Kubla Khan: 

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan

A stately pleasure-dome decree:

Where Alph, the sacred river, ran

Through caverns measureless to man

   Down to a sunless sea.