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?
11 comments:
I was struck also by the picture of the woman reading by the tracks. You captured this so well.
That's so keen!! I love that you gathered in that woman's voice and character, Gabrielle!! Wonderful...thank you for writing!!
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'.
There is a story behind this. Very intriguing.
I like the move from a literal to more figurative train ride.
You gave the young woman a voice. Love how you worded her reflections. Fantastic piece!!
A mysterious impact and a good question! Yes, gabrielle, she'll ride this time! Nicely!
Hank
A bit of a wall flower waiting to bloom! This is really beautiful.
I love traveling by train. You've captured that here.
I wanted to thank you for your beautiful comment on my poem "Turn & Burn".
lovely!
A lovely take and an unexpected ending ~ happy Sunday ~
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