Woman Sitting On The Bus






There, sitting on the bus
just across from me--
a small, button woman
with eyes round as bottles,
glasses shining like glittering lids.
They magnified her eyes tenfold.




Hair, curly as you dare
and short to there--
ear length.
I have not forgotten her face,
rotund, toddler-like
and eager to get off at the next stop.








Poetry by intothehaze
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Written on 2005-08-13 at 23:45

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Commentally Ill
how could you go and write a poem about me? i saw you staring that day. it's rude to stare. you know, it's really bad enough just getting called "pat" all the time!
2005-08-15


chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
i did a poem touching on a similar subject, though not quite, called busses seats people, though it isn't posted here as yet. done from a project ages ago i was going to do but didn't about photographing everyone who sat on a particular seat throughout a day. anyway, i am babbling, a good poem. poor woman must of had a million and one things to do, the bus ride a respite in her day.
2005-08-14