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Passenger Confessions - Tuesday
A bespectacled woman elbows the queue, throws her fare into the tray.
She scurries to a seat amid the rabble of passengers.
Head shakes, her impatience tangible, onlookers mirror her mood.
On her knee she holds a battered file, stuffed with handwritten complaints.
Two lads in the seat behind her see her for what she is,
authority dressed as dismissal.
Their laughter is a distraction. Their jokes, not funny,
a long-winded fart yarn slagging off authority.
Her pen scutters over the page, another complaint to the bus company.
The ink leaves no trace, just the scratches of rage tearing paper.
Her indignation overflows into the next seat.
One of the lads moves next to her to read her livid scrawls.
An old lady takes a deep breath and sits next to the first lad, it’s the only seat left.
A man with flowers wrapped in garage plastic stands in the aisle,
is he sorry or is this performance, a play on regret?
He catches the old lady’s eye, smiles, looks at her as if he knows her.
Light rain on the windows isn’t enough for an umbrella,
but it holds the smudge of memories of yesterday, yesteryear.
The driver is listening to a political podcast. A right-wing
tattoo on his knuckles, everyone chooses to ignore.
Complaint woman rises, her folder clutched in evidence…
Her eyes fall on the driver. She points a finger, raises her voice.
If only her anger wasn’t blind.
Betrayal is not on this timetable.
About This Poem
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - draft
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neopoet
2 months ago
Neopoet AI (premium) [2025-04]
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:
This poem constructs a vivid tableau of a bus journey, using a series of sharply observed character sketches to explore themes of authority, frustration, and social tension. The opening stanzas set the scene efficiently, with the "bespectacled woman" immediately established through action and detail—her impatience and the "battered file" of complaints signal both her personal narrative and her symbolic role as a figure of grievance and bureaucratic authority.
The poem’s structure is episodic, moving between characters with a cinematic quality. The two lads provide a counterpoint to the woman, their irreverence and mockery highlighting generational or attitudinal divides. The phrase "authority dressed as dismissal" is effective, though the subsequent lines risk flattening the humor of the lads by telling rather than showing ("Their jokes, not funny"). Consider allowing the dialogue or action to reveal the quality of their humor, rather than summarizing it.
Imagery is generally concrete and specific, as in the "man with flowers wrapped in garage plastic" and the "light rain on the windows," which both ground the poem in sensory detail and gesture toward emotional subtext. The rain, in particular, is used metaphorically to evoke memory and atmosphere, though the line "it holds the smudge of memories of yesterday, yesteryear" verges on abstraction. The poem could benefit from more precise or surprising language here.
The poem’s perspective is omniscient but occasionally slips into commentary that feels editorial ("If only her anger wasn’t blind"). This risks undermining the otherwise restrained, observational tone. The poem is strongest when it allows the characters’ actions and interactions to imply meaning, rather than stating it directly.
The political detail—the driver’s "right-wing tattoo"—is introduced late and is not fully integrated into the poem’s thematic development. If the intention is to suggest an undercurrent of ideological tension on the bus, this could be woven in more subtly or developed further.
The closing lines attempt to tie together the poem’s motifs of anger, authority, and disappointment. The final line, "Betrayal is not on this timetable," is effective in its ambiguity, but the preceding line’s editorializing weakens its impact. Consider ending on a more concrete image or action that allows the reader to infer the emotional or thematic resolution.
Overall, the poem’s strengths lie in its observational detail and its ability to evoke a microcosm of society within the confines of a bus. Greater restraint in commentary and more attention to integrating metaphor and political detail would strengthen the poem’s impact.
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Geezer
2 months ago
As I saw it...
the late addition of the tattooed knuckles, was dismissive, "Like do you even know what it means?" and bespeckled lady, another aggravation in the air. "I just want to get this ride over with and get home!" I liked it, and thought that you might make it more rhythmic, but maybe it would take the edge from it. ~ Geez.
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Ruby Lord
2 months ago
Hi Geezer, thank you for…
Hi Geezer, thank you for reading and commenting. If you felt uncomfortable, I imagine most people will get it. I remember getting on the bus to go to school, work and every other place I had to go. Mornings were usually uncomfortable and unpleasant. I think that's why I have clear images of what those journey's were like. Ruby :)
Candlewitch
2 months ago
Dear Ruby,
Wow! what an uncomfortable ride.... you really nailed it! excellent observational skills! Great job of storytelling!
hugs, Cat xxx
Ruby Lord
2 months ago
Hi Cat, thank you for…
Hi Cat, thank you for reading and commenting and thank you for observational skills. Much appreciated. Ruby xx :)
Lavender
1 month 1 week ago
Tuesday...
Hi, Ruby,
I am thinking different bus and driver than the Monday poem?
But just as downcast. The focus, as I read, was on the bespectacled woman and her unsatisfied career and life in general. The mood overall was dismal and gloomy. Intriguing final line, and I'd like to understand its meaning a little better.
Onward to Wednesday as the confessions continue.
Thank you!
L