Eyes

By Pat G

Wed, 27 May 2015
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5 comments
 

A beaten face of doorways,

benches, fists and falls,

 

embedded with dangerous eyes 

and knowledge that warned

 

of understanding everything,

even the nostalgia of loss.

 

The eyes of a deranged man,

staggering on to the bus.

 

He shouted into my face:

I'm White, And You Are. 

 

Passengers looked at phones 

and passing cars.

Certificate PG
Poem

Comments

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Strong images and ideas in this poem.  Buses are such a place for witnessing the lives of others, what we see or choose not to see.  Great first post!  Look forward to more.

Submitted by Bee on

The reactions are true to life. I liked this poem a lot.

Bee

Submitted by Pat G on

Thanks Bee. Encouraging for a newcomer.

Submitted by catherine poarch on

I like how straightforward and simple it is but full of very apt description. And the last lines, of people looking away, couldn't be truer.

 

Submitted by Pat G on

Thank you so much Catherine for reading my first effort on the site.