Oh my! I hoped to weave some fascinating facts about Octopuses into today’s poem. Such fascinating animals. I guess I’ll have to wait until next week, since I fail to see a way to work octopuses into a poem that fits today’s prompt:
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.
Bridges There and Here
Third World Problems Solved: Rain washes free and fast: Safe connections lost; yield challenge and adventure. Swift current's swirls to removes safe passage. Threat erases bonds that link here to there. Hearts' life slow to unite with common bond. Heads and hands heal fissures, Without budgets, bonds, or red-tape rigamarole. Sunset promises to straddle river voyage.
First World Problems Resolved: One hundred years of infrastructures' disrepair, Rank them, log them, raise awareness; Categorize, enumerate, hoist urgency. Swift unconscious commute over engineers' accountants. Apply for grants, coordinate governments; Cost estimates, project timelines. Millions of dollars before journey begins. A decade trickles measured success.