The Subway

one huddled over the other
one shoe pressed against another
in this long, vibrating tomb, they stand
and when the electronic doors swing
and the robotic voice speaks
they follow her command
and leak in and out like bees
with bags clenched in stiff hands
money well-spent, gazes cold,
never a smile thrown or one hello...

my back is bowed
I am a smidgen in the crowd

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i can certainly relate to this one, having ridden the subway in Bronx, NY quite often as a kid...and there really was "never a smile thrown or one hello" just the bustle and cramming into and out of the cars.
a very real poem.

[Aisha Mnd]

Thank you!

[Devesh]

I love poetry which describes everyday experiences, this one does that beautifully and at the same time, makes us realise how small a part we really are of the workings of this world. Thanks for sharing! =)

[Aisha Mnd]

Thank you!

[A. Amos]

my back is bowed
I am a smidgen in the crowd

One can sense these all words came from your heart and you penned very well...

[Aisha Mnd]

Thank you very much! I really appreciate your review.

[A. Amos]

You're most welcome my friend