Here Comes The Bus Poem by Brenda Cure
Here Comes The Bus
Here comes the bus,
On the street Lotus Lake.
The leafy tree above your head,
Disturbing my sight;
Sunbeam burns my lips,
Winds blow off your hat;
Not a word spoken,
But the look in your eyes,
Ties my feet.
Here comes the bus,
On the street we walked a thousand times.
Lotus blooming,
Lotus wilting,
But the touch in your hands,
Warms me years.
Saturday, February 2, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: parting
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5/4/2024 9:45:29 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Brilliant writing and expression, i am torn between past and present - the first paragrah is expressed in present tense, there's a senses of looking forward to - the second paragraph feels like it is in past sense leaving me hanging and giving out a sense of sadness. Beautiful piece - Keep Writing! !
Hi Esther, thank you for your comment! It seems we have something in common, so you understand my writing. Shake hands! Let's change our sorrows into poetry!