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Friday, August 21, 2015

Train tales

I am left with the shake
The aftermath of a locomotion
The big beast of burden
Just whizzed by this station
 
Like rooted in time, I stand
Unable to process it all
If not pulled away
I could stay till nightfall
 
The 70 coaches fly past me
he passengers waved and smiled
I soaked it all in with feeling
For after all I was a railway child.
 
The hustle of the world
For all of five minutes
Embarking of its journey
The lifting of my spirits
 
Snaking away slowly
Way past my line of sight
I am left pondering
At my lonely plight
 
Goodbyes are hard
But its only until next time
Then a cheery hello
Such is, of life, the clime.
 
 
Photo credit: Douglas Salisbury (through Imaginary Garden with Real Toads)
 

4 comments:

  1. This is my favorite stanza:

    Snaking away slowly
    Way past my line of sight
    I am left pondering
    At my lonely plight

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  2. To be standing there on the side of the railway .. feeling the train passing, so common.. but remember that most of the people just go back and forth without purpose..

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  3. What a poetic view of a train station, vibration, noise, movement. There is melancholy for those left behind. Beautiful piece! Thank you so much for taking part in the prompt.

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  4. "For after all I was a railway child" adds such a sense of nostalgia to this piece.

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