Sunday 30 September 2012

For DB


I see her every morning 
      In the crowded city bus
Always sits at the window seat 
      Holding her black shining purse 


Rarely she misses her daily stop,
    Only on days when she falls asleep
On many days she is found,
    Reflecting on thoughts too deep 


She always keeps the window open
     For the breeze to caress her pretty face
And for the rhythm of  the breeze
     To make her hair flutter like a silken lace


Never have I spoken to her 
     Hence I know not her name 
But to be lost in her rapturing smile
     Every single moment I am game 


Some mornings she is found 
      Blushing at her mobile's latest text
 On some others she is lost
        With her Rubik's cube she is vexed


Last week she had her friends for company
     To find her name, I eavesdropped
But all I could hear was her nickname - D.B.
     For she vanished, as the bus stopped.
      
 

Written for Poetics : 6 Billion Others.. at the dVersePoetsPub hosted by Brian Miller

16 comments:

  1. hey...next time she falls asleep, you should wake her when her stop comes and take the opportunity to introduce yourself to her...smiles..

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  2. smiles....cool capture man one you admire from afar and you capture some cool details that make it all real...ha if you do as cladia says i expect a follow up poem....i wanna know...smiles.

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    1. Thank you Brian :)
      I will let you know if I write a follow up poem!

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    1. I will surely do that the next time I see her :-)

      Thanks Anna!

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  4. Only "DB" -- how sad. That was funny. Muster up your courage, mate -- go say hello! :-)
    BTW, your link to the Prose Poem of Anna is broken -- like you erased your poem. Just thought you'd want to know.

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  5. Only "DB" -- how sad. That was funny. Muster up your courage, mate -- go say hello! :-)
    BTW, your link to the Prose Poem of Anna is broken -- like you erased your poem. Just thought you'd want to know.

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    1. Thanks a lot Sabio! I had accidentally erased my attempt at prose poem, have reposted it now :)

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  6. What a great succession of moments, each telling equally of observer and object. The distance and mystery definitely add to the appeal of a prize in some cases.

    "She always keeps the window open"

    Details like this are so excellent.

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  7. You've made me care! You must speak to her! And then let us know how it goes.

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  8. love from afar... sometimes the fantasy is more precious than what reality might be....and sometimes not. Beautiful poem.

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  9. The observer clearly watches closely, memorizing details then shared in this poem. It is those details that connect us to the characters. It is those details that make us want to know more.

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  10. I enjoyed this very much. Thanks for sharing with Poetry Pantry.

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  11. This was beautiful and interesting!! Keep it up!! Love it :)

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  12. Girls & girls
    i always wonder this
    A' him' is always incomplete without a 'her'
    What thy God plan to inspire or conspire us..?

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