span (poem) by jude forese on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on May 26, 2012

jude, an analogy to keep us aware that we too age and fall into physical disrepair - our paint and restrengthening come in many ways - we must embrace them all to carry the constant load upon our aging structures - I wish you love and peace my dear friend - Jon Michael

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on May 23, 2012

I'm definitely with Vickie here... pass me that spray can! ;)) Just as it's your vision that holds you up and sustains you as well as your wiring and cables, the bridge is manifesting through its wear and tear the life and soul it's already witnessed and absorbed, spanning physical and metaphysical places and never standing still although seemingly belonging to one time and place - like the heavens. Bridges have a special spiritual quality that we're all aware of, both at a distance and close-up and, most especially, while crossing them. Love this meditation, Amigo. xx

Reviewed by Asa Seeley

Reviewed on May 23, 2012

great comparison...time nor tide waits for nothing...everything changes. thanks

asa

Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse

Reviewed on May 15, 2012

I love the rustic vision here Jude, truly I do over all that new modern sheen...I feel like creating beautiful poetic graffiti on the bridge :)
Vickie

Reviewed by Don Juan Amante

Reviewed on May 3, 2012

the mystic always watches for signs of the reality behind the dreams!

Reviewed by Patrick Granfors

Reviewed on May 3, 2012

Structures neglected deteriorate. So too the human condition. Be sure to eat your wheaties, drink your milk and eat your carrots. Gazing requires beta carotene and stars. Patrick

Reviewed by Andy Turner

Reviewed on May 2, 2012

I saw a bridge similar to this in NY. Someone had been arrested for crossing it. Man, if that didn't just make me want to do the same. I so love heights if risk is involved. And there was a cafe called Andy's nearby. :)

The paradox of the mortal and immortal along with the ugliness that man builds compared to the universa, heavenly beauty that we will never emulate.

Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen

Reviewed on May 2, 2012

the rust of time's coursing on planet earth contrasts starkly with
the mysterious continuity of the heavens above...

wonderful write, jude.
carolyn

Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather

Reviewed on April 30, 2012

so beautiful, can imagine the bridge reaching right up to heaven.

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on April 30, 2012

I'm so glad your bones still hold you up Jude,for all these gems you gift us with! ET

Reviewed by Christine Tsen

Reviewed on April 30, 2012

Gorgeous poem Jude! which to me is about bridging the two worlds, that urgent pull, both psychologically and physically ~
Blessings,
Christine

Reviewed by Vivian Dawson

Reviewed on April 29, 2012

Taking up space..allowing time and energy
to take place..connect the dots to bridge
an enduring life by spanning the purpose!!!

My feelings reading this, thanks *jude*

Lady Vivian

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on April 29, 2012

Tarnish with age, but within is the beauty....it must be there..history and memories eh?

Reviewed by Terry Rizzuti

Reviewed on April 28, 2012

Reminded me of a "rusting" relationship.

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on April 28, 2012

Enjoyed the wonder and awe of this one, you trasposed me onto the bridge so I could see what you were seeing but yet..draw my own conclusions...
fee

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on April 28, 2012

Many of our bridges have seen better days, but the night does often give them a most captivating aura.

Reviewed by Diana Wiles

Reviewed on April 28, 2012

I loved this piece. I too have stood and gazed at a bridge near to my home and had similar thoughts. At night I find such places take on an eerie atmosphere...and such thoughts fly free to link and combine with random thoughts of the cosmos...Your last verse is idyllic...
Diana...

Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg

Reviewed on April 27, 2012

awesome details, felt myself standing there

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on April 27, 2012

Bob, are your bones starting to as well rust, getting to feel your age of late...I know I am...seems to me a metaphor of our advancing age...e

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on April 27, 2012

there's much affection in these lines, Jude,
understanding of wear and passing of all things;
i love "...sickened with salty moisture"

and it's good to know your "bones (are) still holding up"

john

Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger

Reviewed on April 27, 2012

This bridge in stance and awe ore river's bellowing rush.
May there be across heaven's crossing, pristine bridges to watch
stars flickering through arches. Splendid write Jude.

Lady Mary Ann

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on April 27, 2012

You words turn this bridge into an animated piece of art instead of an aging and decaying structure. The flow of this piece was excellent and when I got to the end, I was sorry that it was completed;sorry that I had not witnessed each day of its existence. I must admit, though, that the first two times that I read it my mind changed the last line to "bridging heaven's crossing" for some reason, almost as if I had read it before, written that way. This is an A+ Jude.
Take care,
Sherry

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Reviewed on April 27, 2012

This was beautifully and interestingly worded, Jude. You gave the old bridge (I have seen that bridge as I looked at others in the sane shape) a very personal touch with your flowing words and the mere fact that you were standing beneath it. Special piece of work in my opinion.

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on April 27, 2012

We all are rusting away. It's the bridges that we constantly have to rebuild to the universe that keep us going long after our bones are dust.

Ron

Reviewed by Amber Moonstone

Reviewed on April 27, 2012

Hey Jude,
This is stunning poetry in motion. I love the ending.
I can just picture you standing beneath this huge structure, seeing the stars "across heaven's crossing." Nicely done, as always I sigh as I read your poetry.....

Much peace, light, and love,
Amber