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Sunday, March 5, 2017

Time bend or The Railroad Goes





Time bend or The Railroad Goes

Miss the bits of you-
blue smoke drifting
parenthetical arcs
around your words -
Miss all you turned
  my head to see 
waiting
until I saw -
the flat calm
of a lake at sunrise  - 
the brilliant flash 
of a jay's cocked eye - 
watching -
all of it -
leaks 
in the solid
temple that was you - 
left
I swing 
between each sense
of you - off track - 
your smoke trailing over the
horizon - as you clatter off
heading toward an unseen
curve - a dip -an ultimate
 vanishment-
until then -
I miss the bits and 
hold the smoke ...



14 comments:

  1. Pain and longings so beautifully expressed...

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  2. Such longing... but there is also a bit of hope... held in the smoke.

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  3. Love how you describe the longing as the smoke, I wonder if it isn't often like that.

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  4. Love this - such a beautifully tender and touching poem!❤️

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  5. I love trains and the mystique of them heading off to places unknown.......here, train travel is now prohibitive, sadly. Too expensive for most. But I remember the sound and rhythm of the clickety clack along the tracks when I was young.

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  6. A beautiful ode to the rails!

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  7. I love the visual imagery - beautiful writing!

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  8. The last bit about holding smoke drives home the impermanence of this love affair.

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  9. You have expressed the feeling of missing in a very unique way...."I miss the bits and hold the smoke" is inspired!

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  10. This is such a poignant tale of of love and longing.

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  11. Imaginative uses of the words, indeed.

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