Stanley Collymore


A journey of unintended consequences


By Stanley Collymore

It wasn’t supposed to happen; a routine, by all accounts
given the circumstances, quite ordinary day for me as
I sat on a bus increasingly being crammed on route
with passengers heading for a day’s outing at
a popular southern English seaside resort;
while for my part it was business as
usual as I was on my way to
another journalistic
assignment.

Then on one of its scheduled stops you boarded the bus
accompanied by a young lad approximately 10 years
old and who as the bus continued its journey
concomitant with the telltale evidence of
emotional bonding and obvious signs
of unassuming motherly love and
tactile though not in the least
overbearing physical protection
within the ambit of that mass of
human souls standing around the
both of you I realistically
concluded that you
were his mother.

Fortuitously as the bus continued its journey
recurrently it seemed acting as an ongoing
repository for yet more people coming
on board at each stop that it made
this onwards thrust of human
beings inextricably swept
you and your son to a
vantage location where
you were both now
standing next
to me.

Secretly, I’d watched you from the moment you boarded
the bus and was deeply impressed by everything about
you that I observed; now I acted much more boldly
and was delightfully heartened by the fact that
as you became intentionally sensitive to this
you equally displayed reassuring signs of
a reciprocal interest in me, evoking an
enjoyably mutual chemistry which
even in the public surroundings
of that overcrowded bus was
astonishingly perceptible
between the two of us. The die had been
cast; our souls had become one with
expectations enlivened, while a
new vista smilingly beckoned
us both with the thrilling
prospect of falling in
love at first sight!

© Stanley V. Collymore
5 September 2013.

Submitted: Thursday, September 05, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 10, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

The prospect of meeting and falling in love with that special person is everyone’s life-long ambition. However, all too often such hopes can be and are often cruelly dashed after a promising dawn of opportunity. That though of itself isn’t a logical reason to cowardly and permanently throw in the towel of despair, wrap one’s self up in the mantle of dejection and banish forever every positive aspect of love or life for that matter. In a sentence live the dream; grab and constructively build new opportunities to accommodate true love and all that it has to offer. And it’s never too late to do so!

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