Wednesday 13 March 2013

London underground Train Silent Code






This poem got a lot of positive feedback, when it was posted on the 17th Feb, and grabbed the attention of someone who said "They are not into poetry". Great that's exactly who I would like to reach, I think poetry is beautiful, it is a way to express yourself and get it of your chest. Poetry is therapeutic.... Well it works for me .






#15 Broken Silence (Reposted)
On the train no one speaks
Only occasionally to complain
He cleared the rubbish from the seat in front
Then said "I like your daughters bow"
It was an unexpected utterance
We said thank you, then he buried his head in his book
Yes he was right I had taken it for granted
How cheerful this bow makes you feel
We continued the journey with a contented smile
As we got up to leave he added "And she speaks well too!"
I was now smiling ear to ear
Thank you for noticing
The efforts we have made
To get her here



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