When I initially took on this project, I made several trips to the bridge to record words and phrases that might result in a poem suggested by the attributes of the bridge and the area surrounding it. I remained uninspired until I realized that on each trip I had encountered a note, attached to one of the trellises of the bridge. It was a love note, and not the first I had found here. Suddenly I realized the poem had to be a love poem. Further, it needed to be about the impossible or forbidden love that could only be expressed indirectly through an anonymous letter such as those left at the bridge. And finally, I needed it to be wrapped around a trellis of the bridge. The following poem resulted-
Unintentional
It wasn't intentional,
None of it that day.
I didn't intentionally notice
The directness of your gaze
Or your love of simplicity.
Small, necessary spaces filled with
Treasures, only, collected and well-used.
I didn't mean to see the guitar
Leaned against the end of the bed.
Or think of you, seated, strumming intently.
Later, when you looked curiously at my beach finds
Without amusement or disdain, valuing each one
I didn't mean to feel connected to your earth.
And as I sampled the food from your hands
I didn't mean to taste the gentle, nurturing warmth
You seasoned it with.
Other things, especially, I didn't mean to notice.
The moon, glowing through the trees,
Full melted yellow pool against evening green-black sky.
But mostly, I didn't mean to notice the firmness,
As we flew through the woods, beneath my hands, your thighs.
As we leaned together, gazing in the clearing
The length of you against my shoulder
And really, I never meant to notice the pressure
Of your lips on mine.
Sue added on 5/18/2015:
Ooohhh! Full creek! Go see and experience.Whole new project!!!
It wasn't intentional,
None of it that day.
I didn't intentionally notice
The directness of your gaze
Or your love of simplicity.
Small, necessary spaces filled with
Treasures, only, collected and well-used.
I didn't mean to see the guitar
Leaned against the end of the bed.
Or think of you, seated, strumming intently.
Later, when you looked curiously at my beach finds
Without amusement or disdain, valuing each one
I didn't mean to feel connected to your earth.
And as I sampled the food from your hands
I didn't mean to taste the gentle, nurturing warmth
You seasoned it with.
Other things, especially, I didn't mean to notice.
The moon, glowing through the trees,
Full melted yellow pool against evening green-black sky.
But mostly, I didn't mean to notice the firmness,
As we flew through the woods, beneath my hands, your thighs.
As we leaned together, gazing in the clearing
The length of you against my shoulder
And really, I never meant to notice the pressure
Of your lips on mine.
Sue added on 5/18/2015:
Ooohhh! Full creek! Go see and experience.Whole new project!!!