Those Absent

Nobody knocks upon silent doors
Then nobody will quietly answer
There is nobody currently online
You can feel the lack of banter
Nobody will read the daily news
Perhaps it isnít interesting enough
All your sports teams stayed home
And the crowds never turned up
Nobody drives the bus from work
But nobody has boarded it anyway
All the people long gone are here
And those absent send us all away
In an empty city where papers blow
Along all our wind whistling streets
A lone man turns a corner to home
Ignoring the people he never meets

Poetry by Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-10-13 at 03:10

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Coo & Co The PoetBay support member heart!
This is ace, Friend D. It reminds us of a scene in The X-Files where a genie grants Mulder's wish for peace on Earth by causing everyone to vanish. Your poem is much more intriguing, though, as people long gone make an unexpected appearance. We like the whistling too :>o :>)

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Thank you to Moods, ken d williams and Thomas DeFreitas for the applauds :)

Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
I like this a lot. A kind of amalgam between early T. S. Eliot and "Nowhere Man" --- in your own inimitable voice and style. Bravo!

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
A very thoughtful work, Dave. Has set me to thinking, deep thoughts.