Poem -
ON THE BUS 2
The sleepy que coordinates itself into one morning entity, boarding seats of metallic glass and engine steam.
They bring forth individual scent, elegant eau de parfum ,violent ash and morning Colombian coffee.
Precious women, the majority, each to themselves, hair held up, nails manicured and lips painted in magnificent wax.
We sit together, a mass of travelling souls, attending our daily routine. A desk somewhere awaits forearms, a structure unfinished begs our return
But for now, we greet the rumbling road, the sun, rising into our faces as cats' eyes sleep.
We are sharing a torrent of emotion, seeking the awakend one.
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I wrote this while taking the bus to work the other day, my car was in need of repair so I awaited the steel chariot and watched as everyone borded, admiring the journey, listening, smelling and writing to savour this moment, it was magical.
I adore Poetry that's from the heart, a simple bus ride can bring such reflection this is real poetry and I absolutely love it, all the imagery and the smell of the smoke. A wonderful poem that made me smile 🌹
Thank you Shirley, your words mean a lot to me, thanks for stopping by. X
I think here you have really captured the very essence of morning rush hour and the delight of being alone in a crowd but not in a lonely way... just a part of the bigger picture. And I agree, travelling on busses can be delightful for all the reasons you have so wonderfully described NE, makes you realise how lonely the solitary car journey actually is. Great write x
Most definitely, I do enjoy the bus, I should take it more but unfortunately it stops nowhere near my job so I have to organise a lift from the bus stop, anyway, thanks for stopping by Marion x
Has a certain scent to it, I appreciate a different way of writing. I really did enjoy this one!
Thank you
Well written piece!
Thank you