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At the Bus Depot

AT THE BUS DEPOT Faces and suitcases with little rumbling wheels. The seat is hard and littered with yesterday’s paper. How can these moving actors know how it feels To be old and no longer a ticketed escaper? Faces fade past - abandoned at the end of the day, And suitcases are piled in a corner out of the way, With little ceremony thrown in the baggage space over the round Rumbling wheels of each escaping Greyhound. The seat next to every dark window is filled; and it Is hard to wave a cheery farewell to a stage unlit, And littered with unfinished details. With a regretful breath I recall Yesterday’s family get-togethers, kids’ parties and noise: Paper roses, children’s games, plastic toys. How can these faces care about fault or blame? Moving to every other city you can name, Actors waving through windows, waving and no one seems to Know how to live alone. It’s hard, it’s empty, It feels like a dream gone bad, the black blues, To be part of yesterday’s theatre reviews, Old , unneeded, socially undesirable, unwaveable, And no longer economically viable, without A ticketed reason to exist here in the depot. Escaper no more. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Written by Sydney Peck Entered in Debbie Guzzi’s Contest “Et Cetera”

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 3/19/2012 3:33:00 PM
Such a sad reflection yet a wonderfully written poem. Congrats on your 1st place win, Sydney! Love, Kim
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Date: 3/19/2012 11:49:00 AM
Congratulations on your win in Debbie Guzzi's "Et cetera" contest Sydney. Love, Carol
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Date: 3/18/2012 9:33:00 AM
Wow, Sydney, this amazing poem gives me such a knowing heart of the observer who sits on that hard, littered throne, and watches the world flash around him, feeling left, and alone, used up and thrown away... no escaping or place to go...wow....you are an amazing writer to make me feel so despondent. A worthy winning poem! Hooray for you!
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Date: 3/18/2012 7:53:00 AM
This is awesome Sydney. Many congrats for this win.
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Date: 3/17/2012 11:10:00 PM
wow SYDNEY... what an astounding write......sounds very nostalgic... congrats on the top placement in the contest...~sashi
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Date: 3/17/2012 6:32:00 PM
A truly nostalgic poem. Congratulations on your big win. Love, Joyce
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Date: 3/17/2012 5:07:00 PM
Absolutely enjoyed the detail, ah life is in the detail [now you join these 2 parts Syd! It's one poem.] Congrad's Light & Love
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Date: 3/17/2012 4:34:00 PM
amazing job you did, Sydney. LOVE THIS. Big congratulations in a contest that was not my cup of tea, but I sure enjoy seeing the poem you produced from it!!
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