Time it stands
In solitude
A strangers shadow
Against the gloom
An empty station
Beside railway tracks
That wear the burden
Of journeys past.
Signal lights
Observed by eyes
Distant pained
Many tears cried
Each line on face
Much like the tracks
Worn and jaded
Looking back.
The train it rocks
From afar
Rattling each
Passenger car
Closing in
Like a bad day
Memories now
To take away.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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I liked this one Norman!
many thanks always much appreciated
Metaphors of a train, tracks for the train and on the face of the clock that is time. Those tracks the life journey and the tracks the memory which bad need to be erased. It is a bumpy ride. Well done
much appreciated thanking you
You are most welcome Norman
A fine write N.
Ahh, you got to the bus station at last (maybe walked there?) and a friend said to you 'Hello stranger; not seen you for 50 years'. You reply:' Yes, I was waiting for a bus so I could meet you'. Doh!
thats true lol, thanks for read appreciated
Was your friend waiting at the station 50 years? lol.
he died after 35 year wait lol
lol
Nicely written. Your poem explores themes of solitude, nostalgia, and the passage of time, encapsulating the emotions tied to memories and the impact of past journeys on the present.
many thanks for reading, always much appreciated
Fine words Norman, those memories can be taken from us in many ways.
Andy
that is true my friend, thanking you much appreciated
Excellent study on railway existentialism !
thanks for reading, much appreciated, always valued comments
Norman, I’ve always found train imagery carries a special kind of melancholy…that sense of movement, departure, and things that cannot be revisited. This poem taps into that feeling wonderfully. It feels reflective without becoming heavy-handed. Really enjoyed this one, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
most kind, always very much appreciated thanking you
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