I sit low in the bus seat.
Strangers, they can’t figure me out.
Their eyes burning holes, I sit expressionless.
A bird flies high and disappears from my windows view.
Trees, poles, fields. The view constantly changing.
A heart sticker on the glass and I wonder who put it there.
A little girl? Love struck teen?
The bus rolls to my stop.
I’ll take the sticker.
It’ll last.
Sometimes a sticker will last much longer than love.
I am thinking it was left by a love struck teen.
I remember in high school when love struck teens would have the names of their interest all over
their text books...the teachers frowned.
I really like your engaging themes...and I am big on final lines and you end your poems
with a bang...leaves the reader pondering.
j.
I always loved your style of writing it reminds me of my own. This was but a fleeting memory. Anyway i miss ya girl would love to hear from you sometime
Kelley
Ohh..... dearest you got me by this...lovely piece, you put here a reality piece. Yesterday night, i was in bus and arriving towards my home from my college, i was damn late and it was dark outside, the same feeling i was getting right out there at a time about trees, stop, home, leaves, strangers...:)
you really refreshed my last night visit...:) cuz...in a bus, i was ast last seat as you were in...lol :)
i'm damn sure, you made and jotted this piece since or when you were in bus at last and surrounded by passengers that all were strangers...what a beautiful piece...it's real, i can feel as i did feel.
Great job. 100/1001
Again fear. Out on the high wire again. Still the small token of the of the heart sticker grounds your existence at least a little. It is sufficient comfort to take it with you, a symbol that everything on the outside world is not hostile.
i really like this!! It leaves me wondering... i felt every word that you wrote as if i were there in your poem. I felt i could connect some how! Really awsome piece!!
alyssa
Its been years since I've written anything on this site but I entered a story in a contest and would like to see what becomes of it. I guess we'll see how that turns out. You can say I'm new again an.. more..