Awayness.
Train whistles awayness on distancing rails.
Love blurs by acceptance of tear-filling eyes.
Hope sickens yet clings to time healing failure.
Will silence bring changes to hurtful goodbyes ?
Seared straws of comfort clutch need's dying spark.
Come later she questions why effort breaks down.
Faith wavers as parting stains love's dug garden.
Is spent the faint echo of romance in flower ?
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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I have come back-ness to this site (that's not a word, Orchi. lol) to say a fine poem Fay.
I am thanking you most kindly dear Orchi.
'Love blurs by acceptance of tear-filling eyes.'
I could spend a day, meditating
and contemplating
the everyday utility and wisdom
of this line
and it would still, be a useful day
an investment
to the future me, I yearn to cultivate
eventually..
'Seared straws of comfort clutch need's dying spark.'
again n again
you awe me, with your Poetry
dear Fay..
I read and learn, gratefully
You are more than kind with your wonderful encouragement and I am most grateful for your comments dear Mek.
I can see & feel myself standing on that platform Fay and more than just once or twice .. minus the floppy hat, shoulder bag and pink skirt, of course ... x
I just knew you would feel the emotive pull of this read Nev - - could happen on any platform when the train leaves behind uncertainty - -- - - (dont see you in pink skirts tho) Here's thanking you loads mi amigo...................x Fay
That platform, in any town and any country… that moment of parting stains. Poignant and raw. Thanks Fay for sharing. /Rik.
Hi Rik - - so pleased you liked my take on Awayness - thanks for your visit and engaging comment.
As a youngster I was crazy about trains and spent a lot of time on railway stations. Your words evoke memories of scenes so often seen when I was too young to understand the feelings. Seeing the aftermath of that disappearing train.
Yes scenes like the verse expressed take place I guess daily on platforms world over Dusk - - thanks for sharing your young passion for train stations.
I too have experienced "Awayness," and with it the pain. Mine, occurred at an airport. Same pain, different train. I knew mine was right and pursued it. Now, for the happy ending, going on 52 years of Love. Your poem brought back memories of those early days. Thank you for posting. A new Fav for me. - Phil A.
Glad you found memories in the depth of this read Phil and so good to know your own long happy ending of 52 years - -- thank you for your visit and this lovely review.
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