This one came into my head while I stood in the bus stop waiting to pick up my lil boy ... I don't usually judge my poems but I there's something about this poem that I really do like a lot although it is a little sad...
I see youOn my way
To the bus stop
Everyday
I don’t know what it is,
The look on your face
Like you’re thinking…
Or lost looking into space
I don’t mean to pry
But you always catch my eye
There's sadness there
In your eye
Makes me wonder
Who … what hurt her?
These thoughts cross my mind
While you make small talk
With another child’s mother
Your eyes meet mine
You give me a smile
Was it my imagination?
Or did I see a teardrop shine?
A drop shed
ReplyDeleteoff her eye lid
an emotional seduction
a man fall to.
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A drop bursted
off her eye lid
an emotional eruption
from seductive volcano.
i must stop roaming around on bike n do drop sometimes at the bus stop... :D
ReplyDeletei liked the last stanza very much
I really liked this post and thought about writing something poetic as "Known Stranger seems to have taken an attempt at. Unfortunately, after reading the poem, I was left smiling and speechless, which obviously left me without words to write. So then, I reverted to my silly side and the following key question came to mind,
ReplyDelete"Did you offer her some tissue napkins?"
looking forward to your next skill of words
ReplyDeleteI thought I saw you gave me a smile
ReplyDeleteOr did I see a teardrop shine?
Or are my eyes too blurred to see?
The way yours are wet,so are mine...??
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Felt like writing this up.
Nice one you wrote anyway.