I really enjoyed the grittines to this poem, the stacco rhythm of it suggests the confusion of noise , only ever capturing snippets of converstion. It has a harshness to it that conveys the grating of pointless babble on the peaceful mind.
Whenever a city bus passes me by, out of boredom or whatever, I look into the windows and I always see these sad, tired, lifeless looking people swaying on the seats...and I get this odd feeling of the bus being like a capsule full off...I don't know how to explain that. I get that same feeling while reading this poem. Great job! I could have done with some more solid parts, the sights or the textures, not merely the sounds... but either way,
fantastic work!
Makes me think of the busy lives that takes the bus to work or to home, all have different things to say, non so quiet. I'm not sure what exactly this is about, a bit of inside hint may help.
I like your way of describing the noises but I think I would understand and enjoy it better knowing what you really mean?
Hello! I'm 16 years old and I've been writing since I was very young and have also won some Poetry competitions and was also recently published in Silkworms Ink's anthology.
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