Tuesday, March 1, 2011

At the bus stop

I heard a tree complain today
The seesaw cutting at the roots
The worker bending low
His face expressionless

I saw a girl wiping tears
Off the edge of her eyes
Waiting for the bus
But not getting on it

Invisible feelings
Silent emotions
Yet here there are
For everyone to see.
Posted by L.A Speedwing at 10:25 AM

3 comments:

  1. rivercatMarch 1, 2011 at 10:21 PM

    nice poem to reflect upon

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  2. Hyde Park Poetry PalaceMarch 2, 2011 at 9:23 AM

    I am on it instantly,
    enlightening poetry.
    Thanks for the tickles.

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  3. Hyde Park Poetry PalaceMarch 2, 2011 at 9:23 AM

    welcome join poets rally week 39, share a free or old random poem, make new poetic friends,

    you have 7 days to make 18 comments.
    thanks for the time.
    Happy Writing.
    Hope to see you in.
    xoxox

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