#rushhour - Hello Poetry

it made him feel old beyond even the years he was managing to carry as he judged the children storming the carriage raucous in hi-vis ever-ebullient despite their chaperon's plea to showcase successfully their inimitable behaviour only to be scuppered by a locomotive lack of momentum which did nothing to quell their impatient effervescence as the stationary train held by an unexplained flashing of red signals awaited its onward journey through yet another outbound rush hour not one single person elected to sit next to or even near by that solitary man wrapped tightly in coat bedecked in hood and hat hands deeply pocketed and eyes half-closed blind against his fatigue and the low-slung sun unseen by the children until after their calming the man appeared to them as one of those adults not to be disturbed like their grandpas deeply snoring on those rainy Sundays or their parents finally at peace after one of those wanton days steering clear of limbs and personal space they are careful to avoid any proximity to this slumbering stranger fearful of the wrath of such an awakening appreciating their caution unnecessary as it may be through his squinted obstructing view unexpectant and unexpected he found himself smiling at what he could see at what he remembered and stirred playfully settling deeper into his feigned slumber careful to avoid confounding any of those childish preconceptions

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Jan 25, 2024

Jan 25, 2024 at 11:09 AM UTC

MeanderingWords

childish preconceptions

it made him feel old beyond even the years he was managing to carry as he judged the children storming the carriage raucous in hi-vis ever-ebullient despite their chaperon's plea to showcase successfully their inimitable behaviour only to be scuppered by a locomotive lack of momentum which did nothing to quell their impatient effervescence as the stationary train held by an unexplained flashing of red signals awaited its onward journey through yet another outbound rush hour not one single person elected to sit next to or even near by that solitary man wrapped tightly in coat bedecked in hood and hat hands deeply pocketed and eyes half-closed blind against his fatigue and the low-slung sun unseen by the children until after their calming the man appeared to them as one of those adults not to be disturbed like their grandpas deeply snoring on those rainy Sundays or their parents finally at peace after one of those wanton days steering clear of limbs and personal space they are careful to avoid any proximity to this slumbering stranger fearful of the wrath of such an awakening appreciating their caution unnecessary as it may be through his squinted obstructing view unexpectant and unexpected he found himself smiling at what he could see at what he remembered and stirred playfully settling deeper into his feigned slumber careful to avoid confounding any of those childish preconceptions

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commuting thinking about the electric current sparking overhead I push to get on but the words wait for the train arriving two minutes later instead

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May 29, 2015

May 29, 2015 at 6:22 AM UTC

dazmb

Rushhour

commuting thinking about the electric current sparking overhead I push to get on but the words wait for the train arriving two minutes later instead

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Bobbom bobbom. Bobbom bobbom. Blurred visions outside the window as the world rushes by. bobbom bobbom bobbom bobbom Close to other passengers avoiding eye contact but not knowing why. bobbom bobbom bobbom bobbom Time to plot my exit plan as the train slows to a stop. bobbom bobbom Schuuum...... Thdddd Another London rush hour Squeeze past giving apologetic looks to those I've trod on or knocked.

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Jan 27, 2015

Jan 27, 2015 at 5:19 PM UTC

rh-78

London rush hour

Bobbom bobbom. Bobbom bobbom. Blurred visions outside the window as the world rushes by. bobbom bobbom bobbom bobbom Close to other passengers avoiding eye contact but not knowing why. bobbom bobbom bobbom bobbom Time to plot my exit plan as the train slows to a stop. bobbom bobbom Schuuum...... Thdddd Another London rush hour Squeeze past giving apologetic looks to those I've trod on or knocked.

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