Days Poem by David Wood

Days

Rating: 3.5


In the distance the bus stop waits
Married houses empty at dawn
Blinds open, doors open, the day starts;
Men and women walking down streets

Marching feet clatter, drivers, clerks,
Supermarket workers and shop staff
Walk towards the bus stop that waits
For all people.

People walk over the two bridges
Into the headlights of oncoming traffic.
Daylight tells the crescent moon to go
And puts on the clothes of a new day.

The river Tawe flows in time to the beat
Of the new day under the two bridges
Going out to sea past the marina towards
Ireland or Cardiff in the distance.

Traffic heads towards the Mumbles
Past the museums and library
Not stopping to take out a book.
Randomly people start their day.

The bus stop now waits for new people
Going to or from their days shopping
It waits whatever the weather
Standing in the silence of the day.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Melvina Germain 14 October 2015

A reality of a routine life so many endure but yet a sort of peace seems to blend within...My thoughts David.....

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Afrooz Jafarinoor 19 October 2015

You have said my words... Thanks!

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