They're out there
clogging the city streets.
Walking with their
heads down.
Eyes following the imaginary
line that leads to their
destination.
Trudging up crowded
bus steps
with work in one hand
and take-out dinner in the other.
lines of worry carving canals
under their eyes.
And some are pretty.
And some are not.
While the one I love,
the one who made my heart
beat irregular,
sleeps motionless
at my side.
That is what makes her
worth so much more.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
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2 comments:
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush(slight abstraction) and I line not using the ...'S.
Alright DiMaggio, you're awesome poem streak continues as this one is no exception. First, I like how you've removed the ellipses from the title. It gives the poem a more authentic feel as the reader doesn't necessarily need to know that it's based on the idiom.
With the idiom in mind though, the third stanza is terrific in that the two lines represent the "two in the bush." The last stanza is beautiful. Dare I say it, but is this a love poem?
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