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A New Season

I'm rushing to the station, to climb aboard a train
To start a brand new journey, find Summertime again
The people on the platform are those I leave behind
They are not there in person but as a state of mind.

I see them in my minds eye, they're wearing winter clothes
Yet underneath they're naked, it's natural I suppose,
To see the hidden feelings, that they keep wrapped up inside
I'm leaving them behind me, to travel far and wide.

I hear the whistle blowing, it's time to say goodbye
This time I'm really going and I will tell you why
My friends are out there waiting to join in all the fun
The beach of life is golden now that Summer has begun.

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  • I always adore your poetry, so does Sue. I'm packed ready to join you. Another poem I would happily gove a gold to and I am sure we'll be giving you some proper cups before Summer is out.


  • Legend silver member
    May 4

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    I have my ticket and sun lotion what time dies this carrier of dreams leave the station? don't want to miss the fun you have described Save me a seat
    Excellent

    I wonder if you had thought of dropping the word (up) in line 7 "that they keep wrapped up inside" It seems to me to upset the balance a little what do you think?
    Thats only my opinion and does not detract from an excellent piece

  • this reminds me of boyhood bliss , good luck lovely poem xx peter


  • Keith Drew gold member
    April 27
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    What a wonderful way to think, reminds me of when I see the first daffodil in spring.It always lightens my heart and warms my senses of the promise to come.
    Just one little beat missing to make it perfect.
    ( that they keep wrapped up inside) add an up it flows much better.
    Wonderful thanks for sending me the summertime.

  • I really like it. The metaphor and rhyme are great. i had one catch with the flow but when I read it a second and thirt time it was barely even noticable. It really is a fine poem. You've done a great job. I hope you do well in that contest.

  • emotional

    this was wonderfully written. I really loved the mental picture and can see this playing out in my mind's eye. This was a great write and good luck in hte contest.

    . Rewarded 4

  • Promise...sing

    They are not there in person but as a state of mind ... an independant mouse clicked fortuitously upon a predestinned poem ... light-hearted and enjoyable

    . Rewarded 4


  • Olivia33
    April 26
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    In summer, the song sings itself. ~William Carlos Williams

  • sassylilpoet gold member
    April 26

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    I'm coming, wait for me!...you painted a picture of seasonal change, as well as the mood that goes along with each season. Well done, thanks for sharing.

    Sassy

    . Rewarded 4

  • Bob Fox
    April 26

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    Ros

    another poem filled with a perfect flow and a gentle touch. You keep them coming soft and sweet and though most may not notice your poem are always complete.

    . Rewarded 4


  • dreadlock-g
    April 26

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    liked this poem quite alot! gives me a feeling of a journey from winter to summer and how you would rather be in summer. thanks for a great read

    . Rewarded 4

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