The Bus Stop

Great flow, and so many questions, I love it

A poem certainly well worth recognition. When my husband and I travel from Ct. to the Canadian border to visit relatives, and see a bus appear from nowhere, in nowhere, we ask ourselves, " How do these folks go to Dr,? how do they buy groceries? Maybe there is a hidden bus route, do you suppose? Use your imagination Marikate..:) I love your poetry Gary

Congratulations on your top placement with this one, Gary: So many intriguing questions.I imagine in the past there was a use for it. Maybe a bust stop for county children to get to and from school. Most parents drive their kids nowadays, Happy New Year in 2024. SuZ

I love this. It reminds me so much of bus shelters in the Hebrides, often used in inclement weather by sheep ! So well observed,Gary.

Gary I like how you related everything to the Bus stop lonely all by itself, unused, followed by all your questions I really liked this a lot. When I first read the begining my thoughts wondered into thinking you were going to use like Personification in sharing the bus stops thoughts and emotions. No one vists there so he or she is lonely. The feelings of being alone and not engaging with others, etc. I love your version and the questions pose to engage the reader...

Rather good pen Gary, liked it's flow and questionality way of informing the reader. Regards,Gordon

My first thought when I saw the picture with your poem was of hail coming down and at least those waiting on the bus had protection from it. My ancestors come from a remote little town in Kansas. They raised cattle and grain. Your poem has me feeling nostalgic. Thank you Gary. I enjoyed reading this. Blessings xxoo

Yes yes yes Gary Absolutely love this Sir Remote

Intriguing with good questions to ponder, Gary. Thanks for sharing, Bill

Hope assumes many guises, sometimes bleak and stark and frail as a whisper. The Almighty thunders from the sky, and speaks to us in plain words softly in our hearts. To one dying of thirst in a desert, a drink of cool water is a feast.

There are some such constructions in forlorn, deserted areas where no one ever lives. God alone knows for who they are made ! The image and the description add to the eerie atmosphere. Remarkable poetry, Gary !

Love the format and the flow.

A lonely bus stop is so sad. Why is that, I wonder. Is it that we're uncomfortable if no living creatures are in a picture? Are we afraid of disappearing? Good job, Gary!

Gary, I love this, and your subtle humour. I would love to know more about your bus stop. Isn't that funny. And your poem is so clever, matching perfectly the irony of a ghost bus stop.

i used to buy a greyhound travel ticket good for many a day and saw many of these along with mailbox groupings and maybe one house what seemed for miles...great poem and love the subject, another one of those questions one might think you would see answered on the Twilight Zone....ice job Gary...

I don't know which is more striking about this image - the feeling of isolation of a bus stop in the middle of nowhere, or the foreboding storm brewing in the background? In either case, your poem is equally striking in its existential ambiguity and the emphasis of bewilderment added with the italics. Enjoyed immensely, Gary.

Have often seen them in the back of beyond and as you say a bleak landscape and not a house in sight. Maybe they are put there for a tea stop for the driver lol. Tom

Awww thanks Gary! Love it! Different picture?? Debx

And well worth it, Gary. The starkness of this poem and the accompanying picture certainly raises the questions. I enjoyed it immensely. Marking it a FAVE.