Open Poetry #43 |
People On Buses |
passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
People. Humans. Strange be it so. At 6:45 I have to go. Homeless. Approaching me too. People on buses like me and you. Transfer station. Cigarette. Questions so far beyond neglect. Why? I? People on buses. Homeless with signs, can't seem to make any rhymes. People on buses. |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Hey Dixie, I was on the bus recently in Seattle going from the airport to downtown and it was so weird. It was incredibly quiet as everyone was plugged in and not talking. Lucky for me there was a woman from back east and she talked to me. It was like a no eye contact experience. A |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
Hello PS I really love this poem, it is so in touch with our modern societies, we act more and more like machines without soul....thank you for the beautiful poem. yann |
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garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
The people on buses might not make any rhymes, but you surely can, Dixie! Hugs, Ethel |
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