I Dreamed About the Bridge Tender C/C?

Question

Last night I dreamed of the bridge tender,
    the woman with the silver hair.
    She was pacing about her tiny space
    Like a she lion in its lair.
    Light came from her laptop
    and I saw upon the screen
    that old familiar border
    that denoted Yahoo green.
    Nervously she grabbed a cig
    and went outside to smoke,
    the bayou air was thick and dense
    so humid it made you choke.
 
    She was blowing perfect smoke rings
    that made cones into the fog,
    and then she heard a boat bray
    its arrival in the smog.
    Dutifully,she tossed the butt
    and scurried back inside
    to push alarms and raise the bridge
    ensuring a captain's ride.
    Her work now done,she sat on her chair
    in her home away from home,
    thinking about the eerie air,
    and started to write a poem....

? · Accepted Answer

Some dreams are a cacophony of nonsense, while some
have a diamond clarity of realism.
I feel your captivating poem is the latter,
about a rarity...a bridge tender.
.
I admire the way you construct your tale,
with good imagery and momentum.
Having a job that requires timing,
I bet her meter was spot on as "the tender" wrote
her poem, dream or no dream.
Odds are she didn't sit and watch
the world go by. She welcomed its arrival
and grew in wisdom.

I love the way you overlay your atmospheric images, 
melding with the action, including the flowing water
of the ship channel.
The bridge itself introduces an element 
of anticipation as to what mechanism operates it.

A magnetic poem, leaving the reader to conjure
images on their own..
Your spin a charming story, Gemini... and your talent
radiates effectively in doing so.

* * * * * to you.

becher · Answer

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the cheese whisperer · Answer

I had a distant uncle who worked as a drawbridge operator in Florida back in the 70s.  I only met him once---and he was wearing a "Jughead" hat.
Cool job.  Nice poem.

Anonymous · Answer

Eerie beginning...oooo
haunted painting.
taken to a different place/emotion.
fierce, must be careful...
foggy.

Great work Gem.

? · Answer

I've been reading "poems" on here for about 45 minutes and just now came across a genuine one. Very well done. I feel inspired to write my own, thanks.

PANDORA Πανδώρα · Answer

What a story!...it's fascinating, it's vivid, it's just a great poem,
and I too am jealous, not least because I cannot blow smoke-rings...

skumpfsklub · Answer

Oh, very good! Highly cinematic.

I've no doubt that (later) you intend to tweak it even closer to perfection; I'm envious, as my best isn't this good.  So, I'll go to school on this one.  Keep me advised.

Anonymous · Answer

It irks me to see good work thrown at those who incessantly attack me, but I apologize for putting you in the middle of it.

Good poem.

Elysabeth · Answer

Then, above all else, you had a nightmare on 'Shrimper's Row'...bad place in Dulac, where dopers hang, and police drive by like it's a Sunday afternoon drive in the country. GNATS!

? · Answer

Gems

You have penned a tale of the woman from the Bayou Bayou, 
and if I'm not mistaken, she's also one of my favorite women
her on the screens of YAP.  Also a fellow stock trader.

You did well with the, and the rhymes fit through the smoke rings.

Congrats
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