Frozen in time, are not we all cemented in the moment with shadows of the past,
lingering memories, some dark others lighter as they fade into the present.
Stuck, unable to move drug along in this train, looking out windows as images pass.
A blur, here and gone the pleasant and the banal, slums and garbage heaps.
We travel until darkness obscures our vision and we sleep.
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Good write SB. Leaves on the train line?! Not getting anywhere?
Remember the old steam locomotives and one time it was so oversold I had to pay a child to slip in the window to hold me a seat. Thanks for the read my friend it is most appreciated
This is dark and depressing and spot on.
You can fly to the moon and the earth looks great, but in reality we're dying in our own filth.
Thank you Paul for the read and comment they are appreciated my friend
Nice write...you really capture the mood of the train journey here.
Thank you Dominic for the review. It has been a long time since I have ridden a train but there is one thing about trains, like planes the do not just pull over and stop for whatever reason.
life as it is
Thank you so much for the read and yes it is and we are the observers
you are most welcome, enjoyed it
"We travel..." Indeed, Man is a wanderer by nature. This explains why continents and seas were explored. "Images pass..." : the illusion that it is the scene outside that is moving, when in fact it is our train which is the one moving... Man is restless, he has got to travel and poets are the ones who record those wanderings.
Soman you caught a piece of this poem unnoticed by others that it is us that are moving not the outside. I appreciate this attention to detail. Thank you for your read and interpretation it is most valued.
What a great metaphor for life. Lovely as usual.
Thank you Katie for the review and most kind words of encouragement they are very deeply appreciated
Asleep in a waking illusion or perhaps its opposite ?
The train takes us towards the end ...
Thank you Lorenz I appreciate the read and yes we all have a one way ticket to our final destination with no stops
I liked how the train seems to symbolize life. We pass by different monuments from time to time but we canβt stop the train to get out and look around. A very good write.
Thank you so much Allie your read and interpretation is most valued and appreciated
You are very welcome Soren.
Soren, this is powerful. Time as motion, memory as shadow, life as something witnessed rather than steered. The descent into darkness and sleep closes the loop perfectly. Thoughtful work, my friend. πΉπ€ππ―οΈπ¦ββ¬
Thank you so much Tristan for the read and perceptive interpretation of this piece it is deeply appreciated. Sometimes life does feel as if it is just a passive journey on a train where there is no stopping or getting off until the final destination.
Absolutely and the more I go the more and more I feel that. You are most welcome, my friend! A happy Sunday to you!
Reminds me of that coach with night mares , was it the segment of the spirit of Christmas Future? I've taken to writing with pen and paper before bed for anywhere between quarter of an hour to half an hour just to unburden my mind of the days input and (over) stimuli. Hope all is well your way. ποΈπ
Thanks so much Cryptic for the read and concern yes all well here. I appreciate the read and comment I often stay up until the mind is empty and it never takes long for sleep to set in.
We all travel that path of life soren and we have both good and bad journeys, hopefully most are good,
Andy
Thanks so much Gold yes we do all have that journey and whether the journey is good or bad depends on how one sees it, so why choose to have bad ones I say. I deeply appreciate your read and comment my friend
Lovely.
We travel until darkness obscures our vision and we sleep.
Thank you again for the read and yes we all will.
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