Platform Light
Between the last stair
and the first step down,
they carry both airs —
hay‑sweet and brick‑warm
—in the same breath.
The train waits,
engine ticking like a clock
that belongs to neither house,
and I stand in its glow,
already partway gone,
already halfway home.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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much enjoyed my friend
Thanks, Norman🙏🏻🕊️
most welcome friend
I`ve just enjoyed something I don`t "understand." Love it!
Sometimes that’s all there is to a poem. Glad it made first base 🕊️🙏🏻
This one conveyed to me that space between where one is neither home or anywhere else. On the way not arrived. Nicely written my friend
Most grateful to you dear friend 🕊️🕊️
Always a pleasure Cryptic
This Person could going on a Journey, Or just arriving. Ambiguous is the Word for this.
Neville, I love the restraint in this piece. The metaphor of the platform as a liminal space carries the whole poem, while the mingling of scents and the waiting train quietly reinforce that sense of living between worlds. The ending couldn't be more fitting. A wonderful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Arqios, I love the restraint in this piece. The metaphor of the platform as a liminal space carries the whole poem, while the mingling of scents and the waiting train quietly reinforce that sense of living between worlds. The ending couldn't be more fitting. A wonderful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Good write A.
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