Night train
Rain at midnight in spring
wakes up the night train
Dark green cars shake
the wandering wooden benches
and my few silver hairs
that doze and blur in dim light
One stop after another
surge on bands of youths
I look for bright red
in the crowd
Look for the first spread of lipstick on your lip
in my memory
One stop after another
the night train horns its destination on an autumn morning
Surge off bands of youths
and vanish into the rainbow
But the first spread of lipstick on your lip
is still rubbing my pain
© 2 years ago, love
Like (3)
Jenny Middleton - Such powerful and vivid descriptions; I can picture the train and the journey you describe. 2 years ago
Jenny Middleton - Lovely writing, Drawing on memories to create poetry is a great idea.
2 years ago
abd taala ibnali -
This is fantastic, sexy
boiling like hot water
to end in apoplexy
as steams invading quarters.
Beloved poet. This quatrain is your review. Love, peace, and transmutation too.
AbdTaaAla IbnAli, or just call me AT.
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Great.
2 years ago
abd taala ibnali - Quarters are areas where people live. Originally in the Holy Land the groups licensed under Islam lived in town in quarters. One for Jews, one for Muslims, one for Christians and one for othe pagans or Magians. I.E. the four quarters. AT
2 years ago
