Bridge to nowhere:
tree roots dangle
into the abyss
Teens spray-paint the year
they hope to graduate
then huff the rest
A friend says:
there is no way to the father
but through the highway
A gay prostitute
stands in the river & flashes
passing trucks
About Dave Bonta
Dave Bonta (bio) crowd-sources his problems by following his gut, which he shares with one quadrillion of his closest microbial friends --- a tight-knit, symbiotic community comprising some 500 different species of bacteria, fungi, and protozoa.
A favorite, rediscovered in a new Adirondacks book:
“In June, as many as a dozen species may burst their buds on a single day. No man can heed all of these anniversaries; no man can ignore all of them: – Aldo Leopold on orchids
I like the way each of these images play together, the way I can sense several different meanings of ‘bridge’ in each of them. And the picture is beautiful.
Thanks. It’s probably useful for me to do these kinds of exercises in which the connections between stanzas aren’t explicitly spelled out. Helps to combat my natural tendency toward didacticism.
The Manual series, when complete, will tell you everything you need to know that you didn't learn in kindergarten. Belgian video-artist and soundcreator Swoon is making videos for some of its sections. Guest-author Luisa A. Igloria has been writing a poem a day since November 2010 in response to Dave's posts at The Morning Porch. Yet another on-going collaboration is the dialogue in poems and photos prompted by late-night conversations between Dave and British blogger Rachel Rawlins, a project we call Conversari. Finally, the Words on the Street cartoon, featuring Dave's urban doppelganger Diogenes, returned at the beginning of 2012 as a weekly feature after a several-year hiatus.
Thanks to frequent VN commenter Bill Knight for the quote in the third stanza (a response to my Morning Porch post on Facebook).
The second stanza is striking.
And amen to stanza three! At least, I wish I were far enough along that highway to know what I was talking about.
A favorite, rediscovered in a new Adirondacks book:
“In June, as many as a dozen species may burst their buds on a single day. No man can heed all of these anniversaries; no man can ignore all of them: – Aldo Leopold on orchids
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I liked this: “A gay prostitute / stands in the river”
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I like the way each of these images play together, the way I can sense several different meanings of ‘bridge’ in each of them. And the picture is beautiful.
Thanks. It’s probably useful for me to do these kinds of exercises in which the connections between stanzas aren’t explicitly spelled out. Helps to combat my natural tendency toward didacticism.
tough little poem that knows where it’s going
Thanks, Howie. Glad you liked.
You gonna write more of these sometime?
I’m trying, but you know, now that I’ve declared it a series, it ain’t as easy! Writing more bestiary poems is actually a higher priority, but…