Patrick Posted September 19, 2008 Report Share Posted September 19, 2008 19/09/2008 Her eyes closed She listens to music Eyes flutter open when Someone bumps into her He distractedly twirls a ticket Clearly lost in his thoughts Empty eyes gazing ahead He realises he has to get off She is talking on her phone The volume is rather loud Sounds like business No one else really cares He's absorbed by his newspaper Some economics journal Held close to his face Neatly folded away for later use What would they think if they looked at me? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Patrick Posted September 23, 2008 Author Report Share Posted September 23, 2008 23/09/2008 I wish he would blow his nose And stop making this noise Would he be insulted If I offered a handkerchief? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Patrick Posted September 24, 2008 Author Report Share Posted September 24, 2008 24/09/2008 Packed like sardines in a can In a long metal tram Bodies closely pushed together Fur on fur, leather on leather She thinks that she can still get in Push her body inside the tram No one says a word They just move as much as they can Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wyvern Posted September 25, 2008 Report Share Posted September 25, 2008 These poems are cool so far, Patrick. :-) Nice observations of the subway train and its urban inhabitants, plus I really like the way you draw personal connections to the pictures you paint with the questions that end the first two poems (the ending of the first one resonated to me in particular). The conclusion of the third poem also worked well, with its emphasis on social dynamics... not as personal as the other two, but just as good if not better. Thanks for posting these here, Patrick. :-) Here's hoping there'll be more where that came from. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Patrick Posted September 25, 2008 Author Report Share Posted September 25, 2008 subway train As the title says, it's a tram. Thanks for the comments. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Patrick Posted September 29, 2008 Author Report Share Posted September 29, 2008 29/09/2008 Freely given newspapers Readily thrown away once read Garbage cans already full The information absorbed on the way to work, where I catch the tram, three free newspapers are given away every morning Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Patrick Posted October 1, 2008 Author Report Share Posted October 1, 2008 01/10/2008 Drunk, this early in the morning? Or is he just slightly crazy? Heck, make that majorly wacko, Screaming at the top of his lungs Shouting about some obscure war Shouting about his own misery He looks agressive, wants a fight Doesn't want to let people off the tram Finally someone pushes him off This was our morning cinema Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Patrick Posted November 16, 2009 Author Report Share Posted November 16, 2009 16/11/2009 a glimpse into how others might see me nowadays A soft rustle as a page is turned Only four hundred more to go A recomforting weight in the hands As the eyes devour the letters From the corner of an eye Furtive glances are detected Passers-by trying to see What is this tome he reads? He looks captivated by the story Flicking page after page Just twenty minutes the journey On and on he reads Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ozymandias Posted November 17, 2009 Report Share Posted November 17, 2009 "Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read." -Groucho Marx Cheers to the finer things in life. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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