PHOENIX RISING JULY P.A.D. TRAVELOG – DESTINATION: WASHINGTON, D.C.

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Today is July 4th, Independence Day in the United States. So, our stop over is in the Nation’s capitol in Washington, D.C. The District of Columbia is rife with many great and famous monuments to celebrate the country’s historic past. From the Washington Monument, to the Jefferson Memorial in Monticello, the Iwo Jima Memorial, The Lincoln Memorial and there are many more sites to provide inspiration. Choose one and wax poetically with your verbal fireworks.

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9 thoughts on “PHOENIX RISING JULY P.A.D. TRAVELOG – DESTINATION: WASHINGTON, D.C.

  1. connielpeters

    Smithsonian’s National Zoo

    That day, we held hands watching pandas play
    You who were just a blip on my life’s screen
    We walked and talked and kissed at each display
    That day, we held hands watching pandas play
    We knew that soon we’d each go our own way
    In my life’s play, just one romantic scene
    That day, we held hands watching pandas play
    You who were just a blip on my life’s screen

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  2. five sided
    concentric circles
    rings of power

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  3. In D.C.

    Bikers roared into D.C., bumping
    up already hot temperatures.

    Two couples stood transfixed in front
    of the Lincoln Memorial, one and
    one-half couples sat stranded
    at the Smithsonian, waiting for
    a lost other half. Toured the Senate,
    stared at names familiar to us
    for years. Walked, walked, walked.
    Two studied maps, two trusted
    the others. Hours of delight
    in the Spy Museum. Dinner at
    the Old Ebbitt Grill–Washington’s
    oldest bar and restaurant. Get
    the oysters! Next stop: Union
    Station.

    Although we stayed at
    the Worst Western, its roof
    seemingly held together
    with blue tape, we all had
    a vivid and memorable visit.

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  4. MONUMENT

    Washington’s obelisk,
    tall and to the point.
    Even in the reflecting pool,
    it looks nothing like him!

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  5. The Mall

    As I walk the Mall
    I feel so small
    Such grandeur all about me
    Structures so grand
    All boldly stand
    Built by the brave and free

    Such monuments
    Are testaments
    To great Americans
    They built DC
    For you and me
    Let freedom never end

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  6. […] is a fractional poem. It was a very memorable visit though. Join the writing fun at Phoenix Rising: a month-long travel series. The image is from the Smithsonian Digital Library (cc-0), restriction-free: The Octagon […]

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  8. Truth Is…

    “There is another old poet whose name I do not now remember who said, Truth is the daughter of Time.” – Abraham Lincoln

    Is there a your truth – a my truth or is there only the truth? Truth is occasionally unutterably beautiful – at times inexplicably ugly. She’s complex and she’s simple – she’s crash of cymbal – unignorable. Sometimes she’s silent and also excruciatingly loud – a whisper-shout she’s humble and proud – the child-sister-daughter-son-brother-mother-father-friend – beast and bird. Truth is the song deep within that eventually, given time, will sing. Truth will always find a way to rise – the small-big design that holds to one’s soul shines like a prayer on grandmother’s lips – forever clings as a gem to strings of silver-woven – a net to keep buoyant and to carry forward the integrity that resides within.

    It’s new and it’s old
    it’s an alchemy of gold
    in the end truth’s told.

    Copyright © Hannah Gosselin 2015

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