The Blue Line
Living your true life
is like waiting for a bus
without a schedule
or a designated stop
You bought a ticket
but don’t know to where
You hope you’ll know it
when you see it
Sometimes you have to run for it
or take one to get to another
Once you’re on board
you have to trust the driver
You pay for your baggage
and lift your own luggage
You take every turn
that you didn’t plan
and hope you won’t feel lost
From a window seat
you feel lucky to have found
you enjoy the scenery
that you feel distant from
You watch for landmarks
and work your way back
picking up a nuance
at every stop
Waiting for a blue streak
of original thought
you write down
everything
that happens
_________Colleen Redman / dVerse Poets Pub/ Poets and Storytellers United
April 2nd, 2020 4:22 pm
A perfect analogy.
April 2nd, 2020 4:46 pm
I am absolutely blown away by the fabulous analogy in this one, Colleen! ❤️
April 2nd, 2020 5:47 pm
I adore poems about poetry, like movies about making movies. The concept that the process of writing a poem has its own volition, and often arrives at an unexpected destination resonates with me.
April 2nd, 2020 5:54 pm
I like the description of waiting for the blue streak of original thought.
April 3rd, 2020 5:17 am
That’s how to write. Liked your take on it.
April 3rd, 2020 6:12 am
I love this analogy, Colleen! You can’t imagine how much I would love a bus ride, a magical mystery tour, right now. I’d take my notebook and write.
April 3rd, 2020 9:50 am
I keep missing the bus. BUT…hitch-hiking has its advantages, too.
Nice Work, CR
April 3rd, 2020 5:33 pm
A perfect description for poetry. Doubly so when, like a bus, you wait and wait and wait, then five turn up at once. Thanks for the poem.
The Lonely Recluse
April 5th, 2020 8:30 am
Beautifully explained. Yes, I endorse every word.
April 5th, 2020 10:22 am
I’ll go with your bus imagery. The buses in Guadalajara are like that: You never know where they’re going to stop or even if they’ll stop. If you’re lucky, you put up your hand, the bus grinds to a halt, and you breathe a sigh of relief (along with some toxic diesel fumes). Onward!
April 5th, 2020 10:57 am
Writing is definitely a trip. And we rarely know where we are going, especially when we are convinced that we do.
April 5th, 2020 12:43 pm
Love the image of the “blue streak of original thought”! It fit in with quiet, preparatory stanzas. 🙂
April 5th, 2020 5:10 pm
Enjoy the clever lines such as “you pay for your baggage.” We do this in life, then we carry it with us. But the things that created that baggage are often the grist for poetry.
April 5th, 2020 5:43 pm
Love it a very good analogy of writing
April 5th, 2020 7:50 pm
Then no matter how pleased you are with the result later you find faults with it or should have said more. It is slightly easier as you get older as you then have a lot of reference books in your brain!
April 5th, 2020 8:37 pm
A compelling, wonderfully rendered analogy. A pleasure to read.
April 6th, 2020 12:05 am
Good description of the process.
April 6th, 2020 3:53 pm
I’ve ridden that bus, but have made too many stops to reach blue streak.
April 7th, 2020 12:29 pm
I love “once you’re on board, you have to trust the driver.” For me this is key!