Nobody knows me

Poet in the crowded city

Nobody knows me, it could be scary

And welcoming when you are

Among many people who

Rushes on the streets with their own aim

Which should be met as

Quickly as possible.

All have their personal anxiety

Which stops them in the middle

On the road to catch a breath

And stop the arms of trembling.

Nobody knows me and they don’t

Care why I sit on the bench,

Just wait for someone, talk on the

Phone about trifles.

Nobody knows me and they

Couldn’t figure out that with

Every step they are closer

To become the next line in my poem.

February 2024

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Of course, it is hoped that next line will be kind. It sounds as though the speaker is one to whom strangers open readily. Such people bear much responsibility, for there is much fear and sadness in the world today. Sometimes a kind word can make a great difference.

PS: Take heart. Joe has sent the long range missiles.

[betty4920taylor]

The imagery of sitting on a bench, observing the rush of people, and finding solace in writing poetry adds depth to the portrayal of loneliness amidst urban chaos. The poem subtly hints at the power of observation and introspection, suggesting that even in the midst of feeling unknown and unseen, the poet finds inspiration in the everyday moments and the people passing by, incorporating them into their art.


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[betty4920taylor]

This poem beautifully captures the feeling of anonymity in a bustling city, where everyone is consumed by their own agendas and worries. The poet expresses a sense of isolation amidst the crowd, feeling unnoticed and unacknowledged by those passing by. There's a poignant reflection on the superficial interactions that occur in such a busy environment, where people may talk about trivial matters without truly seeing or understanding each other. https://www.catlikesbest.com/

[mou]

I love to be surrounded by self-absorbed people. It makes my breathing easier. And yes, thay are worth to be nicely included in the poems and memories.
- mou

[Betty Hermelee]

It seems to me that poets like us need to contemplate and focus in a more quiet atmosphere…. Therefore if you’re among people ruching around shoulder to shoulder, walking fast , seemingly anxious to get from one place to another, stopping only to catch a breath, is in step with our atmosphere as poets; we, as poets need to sit down, focus and write, perhaps about those rushing past us on their way to wherever….
Nice thoughts
Warmly,B

[emmajoygreen]

Your poem is both sad yet gently, beautifully expressed. There's prayer and hope that you will find companionship, conversation and closeness to help you in what I suspect is a strange and new part of this vast world of ours. You have laid your thoughts and feelings so well about being in surroundings strange and unfamiliar. You will make friends over time. Local libraries often have information about groups for writing and a host of other topics. Wishing you hope and happiness, my new friend.

'Nobody knows me and they
Couldn’t figure out that with
Every step they are closer
To become the next line in my poem'

But they will.. be sure of that, Kate AKS

[Relic]

I observe around me a lot. Sometimes the smallest thing that no one else would even think about becomes a poem. I think we as poets all do that. Nice writing. :)