See the world through the window of a train. Travel unhindered and experience the beauty of unspoiled vistas. Don’t forget to bring your notebook, there’s poetry waiting to be found along the rails.
Thanks to everyone who participated in last week’s poetry prompt. Here’s a poem from Richard we enjoyed:
What if the trains never stopped for us,
leaving us with nothing but their vacant gust
and the memory of faces in the windows?
Every day we’d show up on the wood and concrete
platforms of the world with our cases of paper and clothes,
Soon the anticipation runs to desperation, then
anger, then speculation and finally horror.
Nothing stops them.
The newspapers, TV, social media inform us of talks,
but soon their chatter joins the barking of neighborhoods,
hum of traffic and air-conditioning, crack of gunfire
and the endless chant of campaigns.
Soldiers are called, but on the trains there are people
who never age generation after generation,
the debate passes with the senselessness of fashion.
Eventually, the platforms crumble, the burning sends
the final realization in the winnowing of smoke;
flowers in short rows appear in the world,
their stems strengthened by the periodic winds that bend them,
behind the soldiers they grow, never for bouquets.
Walking by, no one remembers the butterflies
hovering slowly over flowers, the tiffany of their wings
pulling colors out of sunlight for no apparent reason.
POETRY PROMPT: You’re at the train station, you’ve got your ticket, ready to take a railway excursion to any place, real or imagined. Write a poem about the trip of your dreams. Where will you go? What will you see along the way?
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