evening bus home
It was already evening and I was telling myself, hey, there's less than 6 hours before the deadline and there's still no poem yet, and no idea what to write. I work best under pressure, or the muse took pity on me. In less than half an hour, I have this.:)
For this post, there are some slight revisions done to the original.
photo by kevin connors
image from morguefile.com
evening bus home
in the bus
we look like
soldiers back
from battle
fatigued
indifferent
some guy massaging
his head
a cough here
a cellphone rings
amidst the drone
of travel
a shuffle of feet
the beeps
of electronic cards
on readers
i try
not to be
distracted
by all these
as the sky
turns
a nasty shade
of grey
i have only
15 stops
or so
before home.
01/04/2009
revised 28/06/2009
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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2009
7 Comments:
Sounds like you are speaking for me!
;D
at least, the bus has air-con. :)
(i have not been visiting or posting much lately, work has taken up much of the time. )
You have done what we all need to do...turn the mundane into poetry. It is all in one's perspective.
Thank you.
b
http://torristravels.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-mans-junk-sunday-scribblings.html
Hi b,
thanks for visiting.
that's what poetry is all about, isn't it? :)
Hi, just wondering if this poet is Australian?
THank you.
Leila
looks like you've been out for a while. I did the same. seemed to just run out. slowly it's coming back. hope you come back, too- and hope everything is o.k. with you.
Hi Leila
thanks for visiting.
no, i am from singapore.:)
Andrew,
it's always great to hear from you. :)
i am terribly busy with work these past months ( a project) but i hope to post again soon. there are times when i seem to run out of energy and ideas after a day's work, but things are still ok.
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