Miscellaneous:

[mysticpoet729]

I watched this lady hop on the bus.
Who looked about my age.
With two bags on each hand.
Struggling to get on board,
And taking her money out.
Trying to find somewhere to sit,
As she bumped into people.
everybody was staring at her,
Like she was a sideshow.
Giving her dirty looks,
And laughing as show passed by.
No one did seem to help her.
Even with struggle written on her face.
When her stop come,
She hurdled her way to the front of the bus.
She got off by a clothing store,
And just stood there.
Looking at her reflection in the store window.
I watched her as she walked away,
Leaving her bags on the curb.
Not even turning back.
I know she didn't see me.
But I clapped for her as she walked away.
For I use to be her.

[MsJacquiiC]

Mmmmmmm - Hey FABI - I can sooooo relate to this poem - And Badu's Bag Lady is one of my alltime favorite songs! And reading your last line just reminds me of the recurring motif "Pack light!"

I suppose it is so much easier to let things go and have a clear consciense rather than being bogged down in the murk of whateva! I like how you give your Bag Lady presense, for in that presense is much strength.

This is a nice write = Thanx so much for sharing it with us

Jacquii.

[mysticpoet729]

thank you. i came up with this poem when i was riding the bus and i use to carry three bags with me. i now carry one bag and it's there's less stress on the body. at this time i heard badu's version. plus not many people with deal with someone with alot of baggage in their hands..lol

[mysticpoet729]

thank you

[nomadicrhymer]

Very nice...this does remind me of my bus days...you can get thrown every which way and especially if you have bags in your hands. I rather like being on the very overcrowded buses in Belize instead...where those who are sitting will actually offer to help hold your bags for you, and strike up a convo...though everybody is touching almost everybody else...life is up close and personal and there's no getting away from it...no matter how dirty you look someone will offer to help with your bags...usually.

I like the flow and ebb of the poem...the desperation running through it and the stark reality of today's society.

Nomad

[mysticpoet729]

thank you. i was in belize briefly last year. it was on of the stops on my cruise. i didn't know they are like that with buses. i live in new york and they are not like that. maybe upstate but not in the area i live in.