And here we come to a journeys end
Inspiration steps onto the platform and walks away through the smoke.
A brief encounter
"Will you return"? i shout to the fading shadow, that familiar empty feeling now bloating my stomach.
"Always. But never when you want me" Comes the enigmatic reply.
As the train pulls away i settle down in my seat feeling as lonely as a ghost in an empty castle.
Inspiration always has a habit of filling my soul and then consuming it too.
Now all i have is the clickety clack, clickety clack feeling once more
The train tumbles on down a one way track with no turns.
The ticket i hold, a crumpled little thing,
Shows no destination
And yet i ride on, going who knows where
So i sit and wait for the next station to pull into,
Will i get off or do i still lack the courage?
Or shall i see who or what steps on to this inevitable little train ?
Perhaps a moment of clarity would be nice
But i do not have a first class ticket
So probabaly not.
I once had divinity board my coach but it wasn't much of a conversationalist.
If I'm perfectly honest I found it to be very introspective and a bit too full of itself all at the same time.
It was very confusing
Still you can't choose the passengers as they say.
So here i am looking out the window watching the world go by.
"And this is it" I think to myself
"This is my clickety clack life"
"it's not that bad" I say "At least i still have my ticket"
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Good write SC.
If we dunno where we're going, how will we know when we get there?! Hmmm. lol.
Will we ever....?
And now the song: 'I'm on the road to nowhere...' Doh! Just look out for the Station sign saying 'Nowhere'.
But hold on to that crumpled ticket, or else it's a hefty fine!
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Don't ever lose that ticket but be sure to get it stamped at every opportunity (wink wink).
Lol. Sage advice
What a lovely poem. I enjoyed it 🙂
Im glad you enjoyed it.
'Inspiration always has a habit
of filling my soul
and then consuming it *whole.''
lol, forgive my rudeness dear poet
my overzealous nature couldn't resist..
thanks for sharing
a Great read!
My poem, my rules
noted
won't do it again!
really sorry, dear poet
there was no malicious intent
just another showcasing
of the inconsiderate fool I am, lol
my bad
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An awe- inspiring read Sax -- loved the part where you cant choose the passengers.
Thanks Fay. I appreciate your input
I’m not good at metaphors, Sax – but I think I’m there with this one.
Variables present themselves – Just keep on tracking. Truth be known, I was in the carriage behind….
The write drew me right along.
Thanks Dave. A meta what?!
And yes, just keep in tracking, that's all weve got to do
... its not the journey, but the distractions along the way .... NVP 1974
Or maybe both are the same? Ooooooo
Correct me, I read it you are writing about inspiration. I find it visits me often when I’m not prepared to record and soon after I forget. Then, no matter how hard I try I cannot recall. So inspiration plays this hide and seek, like the clickety clack.
A inspiring read, and most enjoyable.
If that's how you view it then that is what it means. Thanks for reading
"lonely as a ghost in an empty castle." Now there is a great line. Good write S.C. Inspiration is fleeting but the ride is forever.
Thanks Jerry. And that's the point of the poem 🙂
Wonderful words SC, we never know where we are going in life but we must make sure that we hold onto that ticket as with it we know we are going somewhere, I have been going that way for a very long time and I still have my ticket.
Andy
Thanks GF.
Brilliant poem 🙂 I enjoyed reading . Good choice of words . It’s difficult to feel lost and confused in life , to feel a lack of direction and purpose . I’ve certainly had this feeling many times before . . “ I once had divinity board my coach “ great line .., the divine is supposed to be wise and helpful so no wander it felt confusing
Thank you. Im pleased you enjoyed it 🙂
A masterfully written poetic documentary here Saxon Crow, it reminded me of my university days, or anytime I had to take a train for a job interview.
I had the same malingering thoughts, as you did, pulsating through my mind, as the sound of the train tracks, became the same tempo as my heartbeat.
Bravo! and I hope that all is well!
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