Lonely Lady on a Tram Every Morning

Give me a simple smile

Upon our meeting,

That ageless, kind propriety

Of greeting.


It takes such little steps

To be a friend

If you care about the signals

That you send.


I'm not asking for a taste

Of toast and tea,

Just a meeting of the eyes -

You see me.


I will not push myself

Into your sphere.

I shall treasure the connection

We have here.


A simple smile, 'Good Morning'

Or 'Hello'

And I'm in the living world

Once more.



Cynthia Buell Thomas

January, 2019



◄ Ass Hill

My Mother Says ►


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Don Matthews

Fri 25th Jan 2019 21:53

I like this 😎

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Dave Caplan

Fri 25th Jan 2019 21:12

It isn't much that you ask
and yet inhibition can be a curse
as I know only too well.

A lovely sensitive piece Cynthia.

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Wolfgar Miere

Fri 25th Jan 2019 17:32

Hi Cynthia,

A lovely delicate poem. It is a terrible thing when people feel they become invisible, a fleeting recognition of existence can have significant meaning to the lonely, whether their solitude is by choice or by misfortune.



Fri 25th Jan 2019 16:58

I adore observational poetry.

Great rhyme and reason


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M.C. Newberry

Fri 25th Jan 2019 12:55

An ageless message delicately put. Nicely done.

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