Thursday, May 30, 2013

Trains



I was sitting
bare kneed
by the tracks
So many trains
had passed
Dining cars
bulging
with revelers
Glasses clinking
with happy returns


I was sitting
my face buried
in a book
Listening
to every word
So many trains
had passed

I was lying
in bed
lost
in the sound
of rain

Listening
for the train
Tunneling
to unknown
regions 

And I wonder
Will I ride
this time?

12 comments:

Lolamouse said...

I was struck also by the picture of the woman reading by the tracks. You captured this so well.

Hannah said...

That's so keen!! I love that you gathered in that woman's voice and character, Gabrielle!! Wonderful...thank you for writing!!

Marcoantonio Arellano said...

Love your reflecting upon the young lady sitting on the track with a book. lovely protrayal

Also love your pictoral prompts, especially G. Okeefe's 'Sky'.

Charleen said...

There is a story behind this. Very intriguing.

Mama Zen said...

This is simply gorgeous!

Kerry O'Connor said...

I like the move from a literal to more figurative train ride.

Susie Clevenger said...

You gave the young woman a voice. Love how you worded her reflections. Fantastic piece!!

kaykuala said...

A mysterious impact and a good question! Yes, gabrielle, she'll ride this time! Nicely!

Hank

Margaret said...

A bit of a wall flower waiting to bloom! This is really beautiful.

Fireblossom said...

I love traveling by train. You've captured that here.

I wanted to thank you for your beautiful comment on my poem "Turn & Burn".

Sandra said...

lovely!

Heaven said...

A lovely take and an unexpected ending ~ happy Sunday ~