Strangers on a Train Poem. Poetry. 4 short poems about love.
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A Vision on a Train.
Bored with the journey and looking out of the window at the towns,villages and fields.
I catch a glimpse of them,
Just in the moment as she raises her chin to look up at him.
A transformation, the light reflected.
He must be like an icon to her.
Her face is almost golden in the evening light
as she gazes up at him.
I can almost read the hopes and dreams written there
in the small creases at the corners of her eyes as she smiles.
I catch my breath, hoping all will be well for them.
Aware of how vunerable she is, how frail love is.
In her dreams she is walkng on air, powerless.
I hope that this iconic love is worthy of her.
I hope that if love fails he will set her down gently
Close to the place they both started from.
The train we almost missed.
We run for the train,
laughing as the suitcases bang against our legs
almost tripping us up.
We run away from the city grime,
the work day misery.
We jump onto the train for the coast.
We do not know if we have packed the right clothes
at our age you do not listen to the weather forecasts.
We are unaware of anyone else,
it is just us, a train journey and two suitcases.
Grounded.
I would have been on that train, leaving the city far behind me.
Heading for a dream, life on the coast, it would have been fun.
But they found the tickets, they grounded me. Now you will be waiting,
at the station, boy with no last name. I will never be able to find you.
You will think that I did not want to meet you. And when I am an old lady
I will wonder why I never asked you, what is your last name?
Waiting at the Station.
I am standing at the station,
but all hope is dying,
I am wondering now,
was it a silly game,
were you lying?
I have stood here till my feet are numb,
one train has gone
Two have arrived,
my heart is pounding,
The message of its tune
is you are dumb,
you little fool.
You broke the unwritten
trust no one rule.
I spent a fortune
to look this good.
People are staring,
I feel misunderstood.
OK,
I will wait for one more train,
I cannot go home,
alone and face
the inevitable pain.
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Copyright notice: The words here in the poems are mine and they may not be used without my permission - this applies to my photographs and images too.
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Very beautiful 2useday! The train station is very visible with all hearts involved.
2uesday what a joy to read. Please write more poetry you have a wonderful fluent style. Thank you.
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Hi I see you are featured on Twitter. I just stopped back because I didn't have time to comment yesterday when I read these. They are really nice. I really felt the pain in "Waiting at the Station". (((hugs))) Tammy
That was a very strong immediate poem - trying not to cry, being a man and all that. But loved it!
Kindest regards, Kev.
I enjoyed reading them :)
2uesday thank you - you write with such a lyrical quality and there is light everywhere in your words just as there is a story which resonates inside anyone who reads them.
I really loved the theme you chose here - but most of all I love the way you write and the tenderness with which you sensitively reach out with your words - and touch another's heart. Thank you.
...excellent 'train' anthology of poetry - or train poetry - but you are definitely heading down the right track with your writing - and I would blow the steam whistle for you anyday - so come on board all of you lucky passengers/hubbers and I am your conductor Colin saying this is a person who writes FULL SPEED AHEAD!!!!
"Aware of how vunerable she is, how frail love is".
I wondered about the "how frail love is" part of it but I think i understand now
Thanks for a simple yet, deeply felt poem
Your poems on the train were delightful reading it drew me into a carefree reverie wishing i could just pack a bag and get on a train and go somewhere on a adventure it was amusing and good reading these poems thankyou, yet wong
very deep, and interesting. Did you know anything you write has automatic copyright? even if it's a letter to a friend or a post-it note.
thank you for such an exallent poem
Beautiful poetry, thanks for sharing. Voted awesome and up.
Thank you! The first one brought about thoughts of Richard Lewis Springthorpe.(a.k.a Rick Springfield)
2uesday, lovely poetry! The last two especially hit home for me. I've lived amazingly similar events. Keep up the good work!
how nice is poetry in motion
2uesday I enjoyed your poems I guess I should have said. Are you in England ? I saw it said UK.I think that covers quite a lot, doesn't it ? It does seem kind of strange to be able to write that far away. Nice though Thanks for being following me . clara
This is my favorite of your poems so far, I hope to read many more.
That last one sounds all too familiar. Lovely words.























creativeone59 Level 4 Commenter 23 months ago
Thank you for a beautiful and awesome poem although kind of sad. Thank you for sharing it. Godspeed. creativeone59