Poem: Yearning

(For National Poetry Month I am writing a stream-of-conscious poem per day. Each poem is  a spontaneous poem single edit – could get messy!  Here is Poem #28.)

caught in this
normal morning rush
still stumbling bumbling
onto streetcar clanking

herd of humans
compressed strangers
still standing apart
my mind is elsewhere

you drift aboard
slip past zombies
still silent you stand
so close i breathe you

wafting roses
fresh shower scent
still clinging to you
we stand inches apart

you catch my eye
deliver half-smile
still we are unmet
and never will meet

static electric
charges in your dress
stir your hemline
to reach for my leg

cloth rubbing cloth
i feel the potential
still building across
space firmly between us

hairs on my neck
stand erect in hope
stir unborn memories
of you and I alone

your stop arrives
you nudge your body past
still leaving your scent
clinging throughout my day.

2 thoughts on “Poem: Yearning

  1. This is fantastic. You’ve captured that silent, anonymous meeting we all have as we are crammed into our routine. I love how you made it all come alive. It so real..the inner yearnings of our daily thoughts.
    I’ve enjoyed this month of your free flow writing. It shows the mind of the poet., YOU!


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