Poetry

Stops

by eyes + words
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Written by Jacob Ibrag

How are you

getting home? ‘I’m not.’

Where to? ‘Where ever the bus

stops.’ And what if it never did?

‘I’d pray that it never does.’

Photography by Edwin Andrade

22 comments on “Stops”

  1. shabari ram
    November 2, 2017

    If there is a bus of this kind, I’d be happy to ride in it. simple and effective quote.

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  2. kaylaannauthor
    November 2, 2017

    Simple and yet so successful!

    Liked by 2 people

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  4. Mother is a Verb.
    November 2, 2017

    Really gets me thinkng. Great post.

    Liked by 2 people

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  5. mrgoodquote
    November 2, 2017

    Great work 😉

    Liked by 1 person

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  6. avid reader
    November 2, 2017

    At times one does wish to be lost than found. Wonderful.

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  7. revolutionarymusings
    November 3, 2017

    Short and beautiful poem added with a interesting photo to boot. Some of us know nothing but searching.. if we stop searching ( for love, answers) we wouldn’t know what to do. Thanks for the post.

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  8. taurusingemini
    November 3, 2017

    Sounds like your character is searching for her/himself, on a journey to self-discovery of sorts…

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  10. cpluzc
    November 7, 2017

    You’re putting yourself in the scene Jacob, where are you going to?

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  11. cpluzc
    November 7, 2017

    it was your question in this story Jacob, so at least answer by yourself

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