Sunday, May 29, 2011

Traverse




Traverse

a temple spire
like a god
rising up from the water
poiseidon it is not
steel girders
arches
elegance and beauty
we remembered, we forgot
the elements of our being
but here we find it freeing
to behold the beauty of the sight
bursting forth like candle light
in the midst of a misty forest of steel
I reach forth and take the wheel
Traversing forth into my destiny

A new day begins

K, Duane Carter 5-29-11
Image by Scott Wyden
Written for onestoppoetry.com Photo Challenge

2 comments:

  1. there is always a new day...steer good now...smiles

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  2. There is something about a cityscape that always suggests power and destiny. Good poem, Duane.

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