4.14.2017

Driving the Bus

Captured
window reflection
does not include me
but I am here
behind glass
squinting into the sun
It contains street signs
building facades
sidewalk walkers
a grandiose steeple
spire poking the clouds
and me
listening to snippets
of private conversations
for later poem-making
I am here
noticing all of you
not noticing me

NaPoWriMo Day 14! For INVISIBLE in the Imaginary Garden.

11 comments:

  1. Interesting poem, Marian, never thought of the bus driver, in this way, before.

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  2. The true position of the poet is revealed as hidden observer of the human condition.

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  3. Behind every great poem there is a poet hidden. Some people snoop and don't write poems. Nice analysis, Marian, I appreciated it.
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  4. I love that last line, especially. And the collecting snippets for poem-making. I do this. ;)

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  5. 'minds me of 'airport' watching...something I love to when 'stopped over' on long flights....silent witness

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  6. I love this especially the closing lines :)

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  7. Yes, the overlooked are by no means blank or inert! I too love the closing lines in particular.

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  8. "for later poem making" ~ delicious line!

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  9. I'd like to borrow the final three lines for my headstone, if you please.

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  10. I've ridden that bus numerous times. Such a unique way of talking about observation.

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