Morning Commute

Morning Commute

A Poem by Frederick Kesner

My feet throb through my shoes
after a brisk walk to the station.
I keep my ears plugged with my beats
as I find my seat at the furtherest point.
Backs of heads, napes, and collars
mushroom and stare at me --
my polarised sunnies paint them bright;
Yet all I see is a tiny reflection of me.
Here in my world another day begins.
This cosmos is peopled isolation.

© 2014 Frederick Kesner



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It reminds me of my one trip to New York. Thank you for sharing your brilliance with us mere mortals again.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frederick Kesner

3 Years Ago

Yes. One day I will visit NY, on foot, and live this poem Big Apple style. 😄
It reminds me of riding a tram with Mum so many years ago. She held in that Mona Lisa smile constantly.
Peopled isolation indeed. Even neighbors were ignored. City life is crowded aloneness together.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frederick Kesner

3 Years Ago

Thank you Donald. I am glad this resonated in the hyper urbanised echelon of society. Your kind word.. read more

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Frederick Kesner
Frederick Kesner

Brisbane, West Moreton, Australia



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My life is one poetic journey. If I am not reading or writing poetry, I simply live it. To me the experience of poetry should be such - to breathe it, create it, and receive it from poems and lives th.. more..

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