Never should have taken
that bus ride south
Knowing the markets were full of
Junkies and thieves waiting to take
Advantage of one so young
You thought that you were protected
By some invisible force
Called it the spirit of your deceased father
Though none of us could see him
You claimed he walked at your side
Guided and counseled on issues in your life
Depraved lecherous humans don’t know
Of such things … oh why did you take the bus ride?
Why did you head south?
Red Wolf Journal Spring 2014, and a fresh start
10 years ago
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Pamela, this is a powerful piece. So, immediate and readily relatable. Really, really good write.
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Elizabeth and I enjoyed yours as well!
ReplyDeletePamela
Your poems are always intensely passionate, Pamela!
ReplyDeleteWell done!
Thanks so much Marianne and I love the fact that you and your husband have been together for 39 years!
ReplyDeletePamela
I think by heading south you ended up just where you were meant to be! You chose the right 'fork.'
ReplyDeletehttp://inthecornerofmyeye.blogspot.com/2010/07/forks-in-road.html
South is a direction many choose, or are compelled, to take. Sometimes it's the only choice.
ReplyDeleteWe must always question that fork - even though we don't always listen.
ReplyDeleteExcellently done.
Mary
ReplyDeleteThanks for that but this person is not me she is fictional
I am certainly not young but thank you!:)
Pamela
Stan very wise words indeed thanks!
ReplyDeletePamela
Thank you Anthony!
ReplyDeletePamela
Sorry about reading 'you' into the poem, Pamela. In any case, the person ended up right where he was supposed to be. LOL.
ReplyDeleteI meant where 'SHE' was supposed to be.
ReplyDeleteMakes me think of something that happened to me in Vietnam when I was led away from the crowd and instantly made the decision to get back to it. I found out another woman experienced the same thing. Creepy. I haven't a clue which direction I went though, LOL. This is an excellent poem.
ReplyDeleteMary that is ok you can call me young whenever you want! :)
ReplyDeletePamela
Diane thanks and yes some places are dangerous.
ReplyDeleteThere is a market in Mexico city that is very dangerous for foreigners to go to. It is however quite safe for the locals. I have never been nor do I plan on going either.
Pamela
I love the immediate feel from the poem. A very powerful piece! Great post.
ReplyDelete-Weasel
But the poem is not finished! I'm dying to know what happened next, and why she/he shouldn't have taken that bus ride.
ReplyDeleteWeasel thanks for the nice comment!
ReplyDeletePamela
Viv my dear you will have to use your imagination for that one ;)
ReplyDeletePamela
But you know I don't have any - I posted a poem to say so!
ReplyDeleteViv of course you do!
ReplyDeleteOr you wouldn't right so well.
Pamela
it is sad to think she thought she was on an adventure another day.... dead end direction coming up... the mood of the story was well expressed...making it all the more surreal... i recently took a two day bus ride by myself heading south... believe me i thought abt it, going alone... but what an adventure in hanging with humanity...
ReplyDeletePOP sometimes there is adventure to be found thanks for commenting.
ReplyDeletePamela
Pamela--LOVE this poem! It's so powerful and feels strangly tangible (to me, anyhow), in spite of the wonderful bit of mysticism in it. Awesome post!
ReplyDeleteRobin thanks for the nice comment!
ReplyDeleteHave not seen you in a while!
Pamela
oh why? but sometimes no matter how frightening a situation is, its better to experience it too.
ReplyDeleteOh I did not see this message!
ReplyDeleteThanks for commenting
Pamela