Creative Traditional:

[JolieH]

Bridge

I found myself before a bridge
a hand cupped over my eyes
squinting to block the sun.

The centuries divided
a challenge to survive.
I had to make a decision,

a structure built on trestles
whose doctrine’s glare
might judge me blind,

or a ships deck on which
a captain steers, a wounded ship
cross stormy sea.

Captain, O Captain, I waved.
It’s Time.
I can’t wait any longer.

[Mohammad Ilyas]

Respected Miss!
May you be able to make stronger links. Kindly and nicely write.

[JolieH]

Thank You Mohammad,
I've revised this poem some. Here's the new version.

Bridge


I stand before a bridge
a hand over one eye
to shade the sun.
~
The centuries divide
a challenge to survive.
a decision to make,
~
a structure built on trestles
whose doctrine's glare
might course me blind,
~
or a deck on which
a captain steers, a wounded ship
cross stormy sea.
~
Captain, O Captain,
I wave
It's time.

[Mohammad Ilyas]

Thankyou Miss, again well, hopeful, energatic.

[Bear]

Jolie

Beautifully penned with a stormy image and the choices we make at those times. excellent write Jolie
hugs kisses
bear

[LynnEllen]

I liked the thoughtfulness of the first draft, but I really admire the craft put into the revision. I feel it is a much stronger use of word choices and shades of meaning. Very well done!

[Terence]

Excellent write Jolie. The revisions make it clearer and stronger. It is certainly a big ship to captain and navigate between the reefs.

Terence