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.
Inspired by: Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
This is my favorite stanza:
ReplyDeleteSnaking away slowly
Way past my line of sight
I am left pondering
At my lonely plight
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..
ReplyDeleteWhat 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.
ReplyDelete"For after all I was a railway child" adds such a sense of nostalgia to this piece.
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