Sonny Rainshine


The Girl At The Bus Stop - Poem by Sonny Rainshine

I thought you were a ghost
when I first saw you hovering there,
ethereal and vaporous.

You were lost,
you wore wisteria in your hair,
diaphanous.

You crossed
the street and we sat there
as I waited for the bus.

In your gypsy dress you tossed
your skirts with flare,
beauteous.

I stood up to see
if my bus was in sight
and when I glanced back
all I saw was a sprig of wistera.

Your absence
haunts me.


Comments about The Girl At The Bus Stop by Sonny Rainshine

  • (8/16/2006 1:35:00 AM)


    There was the disconnect in the poem, and the last lines summed it all up. Loved your style!

    Preets
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  • Suchoon Mo (6/6/2006 3:30:00 PM)


    Your absence
    haunts me.

    Indeed. Seeing absence and hearing silence. poetry is not a language; it is a meta-language. A very fine work.
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  • (4/15/2006)


    This is an excellent poem! I have seen plenty of those girls. After seeing them disappear, all you do is dream. Very well done, Sonny! A ten. (Report) Reply

  • (4/14/2006 9:34:00 PM)


    those moments
    when they happen
    stay
    watering the thirsty soul
    for years
    while decades
    flash by
    in a blur
    a wonderful poem
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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 14, 2006



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