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February Gift Wrapped
by Chris Sorrenti
two months already
beyond Yule uptide
the middle class
now warmly packaged
given away to
skating sidewalks
boisterous winds
snow forecast
to stand sardined
on 7AM buses
while straining to see
how close they are
to their stops
out fogged windows
in need of a revealing rub
to drink too much coffee
eat microwave boxed lunches
joke amid stressed deadlines
of the four day work week
and how they were fooled
into believing computers
would make life easier
then head for home
trudging in bunches
onto O-train
a different mode
in hope of avoiding
morning discomforts
days getting longer
the only bonus
still light at 5PM
wearily they sit
facing one another
glance at the persons
across the aisle
analyze their uniqueness
taking some comfort
in their sameness
then peering out windows
no longer fogged
to too many gray buildings
and a murder of crows
the only entertainment
seeming to take pleasure
in the elements
as twenty or more
careen to the left
then to the right
soar to swoop again
while the displaced souls
watching wait
for the train’s bell
to sound its departure
to the suburbs
and with eyes closed
dream of Tulips
green grass
vacations
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02/01/2008 Posted on 02/01/2008
Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/01/08 at 06:33 PM Thank you for reposting. This is marvelous! |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 02/01/08 at 08:28 PM Heh. We had a nice three inches a few days ago but it's the first snow that actually stuck (well, at least it did in my hometown) in seven years. We get it so rarely it's like a great treat. Like this poem. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 02/01/08 at 10:38 PM But I'm very glad to have this to read today, Chris. Terrific write. Feels to me that you've captured the moment(s) well. There are generous images and ideas here. Thanks much. |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 02/02/08 at 05:57 AM Very good slice of life Chris....CharMin |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 02/02/08 at 07:57 PM Couldn't be a better poetic expression of the urbanized work day! |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 02/03/08 at 05:41 AM Hi Chris,
Great write. Yeah, the daily trips to and from work for eveyone. Oh yeah, that part about the vacation sound wonderful. I need one.
We've had a dusting of snow here in Tn, so far. And cold and very cold at times. Hey, Chris! Don't send anymore cold fronts my way, etc. :)
No, hurry for alot of snow. I don't mind it so much, till it gets slick. :) |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/04/08 at 05:11 AM I wish I could see a little bit of that snowfall. Heh. Brilliant work, sir. As always. |
| Posted by Bruce W Niedt on 02/22/08 at 12:53 PM I really like this one, Chris - don't remember reading it the first time around, but it really captures the oppressive mood of commuting in winter (my commute this morning, though short, was a wintry, messy one). I really like the rhythm, almost a formal metric feel, to this one - it fits the mood of the poem perfectly.... d:-) |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 09/03/09 at 05:26 PM I do so enjoy the way you capture the moments of nothingness packed into daily routines and then, with your superb poet's eye, look outside and see the life there. You put us into the machines that make the city work, that encase us and transfer us from one world to another. And then you humanize them. You embody the word: urbane and for that I am grateful. |
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