A light blue and green crocodile purse
swung from a small pink hand
In a picasso sort of way,
the little girl turned and smiled
as her mother guided her ahead
into another cab of the train
I felt like a purple elephant
ambling a narrow walkway
designed better for sardines
and indeginous people of Mexico
Small, delicate, light.
The italian scarf unwound itself
from the gazebo of my neck
and drifted out a nearby window
I pressed my face to watch it
for as long as it was still visible
as we pulled farther and father away
It was light and quiet in its falling,
reminiscent of dreams I've left behind.
Author notes
A contest entry
- It was sucked from me on the train home by Emmyb.
600 points, ended September 11, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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cool, quiet, and refreshingly wonderful. The pictures you painted here poet are just the fine stuff of stories well tole. It is very short, but very pointed and it does paint that complete picture. Loved the read poet. Well done. Congrats on the HM too.
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you know what - there are some amazing and very odd images in this and i really loved your fluency of them. nice work!
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So beautifully penned. This piece reminds me of the trains of old of Europe. Trains where many have lost much, and the thought of a single scarf personalizes such a loss. As always, you pen brilliantly. A most enjoyable read, and best wishes in the comp my friend.
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