The train pulls out of the station as my mind
pulls out of today and into you.
The rock of the carriage is the gentle sway of your swing seat,
the crush of excess commuter is the welcome weight
of your head on my shoulder.
My hands aren't wrapped around the case that cradles my computer
but cradling your hands in my lap.
The train starts and stops, the ebb and flow of lover's words
between satisfying silences. The final arrival -
the shattering of perfection, a pause in my dream of you.
A contest entry
- Passing A Note To All Poets by Dalaney.
750 points, ended November 23, 2008, 23 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Well, this is certainly very romantic!
Thank you.
Love, Lane
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WOW!
great piece -
Wooooow! Dalaney exploded in here!
I really loved this piece but my favourite part, by far, was the two opening lines. They just seemed to say it all, and I had to pause after I read them, just to take it in. So beautiful! -
Well painted feelings.
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