Down at the bus station
drunks and drifters
prepare to sail away
to somewhere
anywhere
away from here
as if you could
somehow get away
from you
You're not of that ilk
but with a little letting go
you could be
The woman
in the adjacent seat
is talking to someone
that isn't you
and you surmise
it must be God
Out your window
snowflakes plummet
onto an empty plain
and there is your God
Darkness descends
with only the open road
and the cold stars
beaming out yesterday
This is where you belong
and there is no forgetting
You say a lot in very few words.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by!
Delete"Darkness descends...." - this stanza really adds to your piece.
ReplyDeleteMuch appreciated. It's always nice to know which lines resonate with a reader.
DeleteNice lines: "as if you could
ReplyDeletesomehow get away
from you"
Thanks, Frank. Many are trying to run away from themselves, and often they are not even moving.
DeleteLove the feeling and fearlessness of this piece. Reaching for somewhere else, anywhere, great write Timeteo... :-) I have done it three times in my life. In 1967 age 20, when I left college to start a rock band. Finally gave the music up in 1982 when I circumvented the entire USA on motorcycle. The third time was 1990 when we left Ohio for a job with George Lucas in San Rafael, CA. Never left tge West Coast, in Seattle now!
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Lost in Azure
Enjoyed hearing about your adventures, Rob. I've taken buses and trains and driven all across the country and back...guess I had a thing for the open road, or maybe it was just the necessity of it to be where I wanted to be. That's where the inspiration for this poem comes from.
DeleteIf the shoe fits, put it on,cinderella … Love, cat.
ReplyDeleteUh...this must be your shoe because of the high heels!
Deletedat funny. c.
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DeleteI have sometimes felt than when you travel together like this it's like being in a separate world... you start to see things you wouldn't normally do... for me it's been more train than bus.
ReplyDeleteI think there is truth in that observation. I've done about equal buses and trains. I like the train, because at least you can get a meal.
Delete“With a little letting go” portentous and mysterious, seems to have the feeling that some change is looming, inevitable even, “not of that ilk...”. Yeah right 😏
ReplyDeleteSuch good work 👏🏼
It's sort of being right on the edge...you've got the heart of the tramp, but you're not as dissipated as some of these folk--lol Thanks so much for your comment.
Deletethe open road and cold stars beaming out yesterday
ReplyDeleteI like this poem. And for some reason I've now got Me and Bobbie MaGee stuck in my head.
It fits. It fits! And now it's stuck in mine, thank you very much.
DeleteYou have captured that feeling of on the road to nowhere so well.Reminds me of Bukowski and Kerouac a bit.I think this is one of your best.
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with only the open road
and cold stars beaming out yesterday
I remember feeling exactly like this when I was travelling by train a lot at one stage of my life.I think there was pressure on us to" be interesting " by challenging ourselves with as
many adventures as we could muster so that we could never be labelled as middle class and boring. Hard work indeed:) If anything apart from great material for an autobiography, it has made me appreciate the exquisite luxury of what I would have once perceived as a boring life.Long may it continue and thank you for the inspiration for my next poem.
Thank you so much, Ms. de Nova. Life experience does certainly make us interesting--it's where our poems come from in a direct or indirect way. You have "been around the block" a time or three, and I've no doubt that's why I like your work! And I am happy to be the inspiration for any of your poems (smiles)
DeleteI like how you paint the picture of the bus ride to nowhere, how you express that no matter where you go, there YOU are, and how there are so many of us lost, going nowhere fast. Lovely writing.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Myrna. It's up to each of us to provide some sense of meaning to our journey.
DeleteVividly (re-)created, and haunting. I think we've all experienced at least one of those lonely, dark rides.
ReplyDeleteIt gets lonelier and darker as we go along. That's why I spend a lot of time in the sun :(
DeleteAs a child of the 40s/50s living in rural Illinois I have experienced a few of those bus rides you have wonderfully described. Cheers.
ReplyDeleteMaybe we were seatmates and didn't know it :)
DeleteWe try to run away from who we are so often by sitting still and never changing.
ReplyDeleteThoughtful comment. Thanks Susie.
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