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Bundle
I took a bus through a vast lonely place;
but there were no gauchos.
No cock-fighters or Aborigine
matriarchs wearing your silver ring,
no “Where you from?” or “Mansanas de Chile!”
No banana-leaf umbrellas or peg teeth smiles
scarlet with pan. Not even you, I thought.
But no – you were there.
You are everywhere. I bunched you up,
pressed you against the cold window, and
snuggled up close, to sleep.
Oman
13th February 2005
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| Add my photo to the old gits above....you're picking up the wrong readership..but I have to agree with them, that this one has a lot to say. Not sure about the first line...but I can't see anything that isn't doing its job. I loved the final image, of you using the bundle as a pillow. Good stuff. |
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Comment by: manoj - 2007-12-28 22:26
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Lovely poem indeed... The love feeling is clearly demonstrated by the last three lines.
Enjoyed reading.
Cheers! |
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| It was a Valentine's Day poem for my wife. Since then we've added elephants, lions, Boston 4th July fireworks, waiting in the rain for Portugese fado singers (Mariza, who didn't turn up), Sri Lankan thieving took took taxi drivers and brief encounters with malaria to our list of adventures... |
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| i love the "No..., No..., But no." and the feeling is so universal. the bus could have been going anywhere, or nowhere, but the bundle's still there. |
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| I enjoyed this one, even if it did bring back one of those old memories that never seem to want to stay buried. |
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