Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Train of my thoughts while riding one


Picture credit:   Pierre Folk


My head is plateau of unfin-
ished stories 
I wriggle with ideas, wet
with sudden downpour

Houses with secret doors 
& streets, unmarked
I thread fallen petals & keys, 
a necklace of lost hours

I marvel at the couple
standing face to face in crowd
their faces blooming as first
day of spring, sweeter 
than a sugar cup

My shoes are melting
with laughter from gossiping ladies 
& cooing with toddler strapped
in the stroller, wriggling his socks off

Though each train ride is a chameleon,
it's a constant clock in our city life-
Here comes my station stop
At click of door chime, I fly away-




Posted for D'verse Poets Pub -  Wheels of Steel, hosted by Bjorn Rudberg ~   I take the train everyday on my way to work so I see many kinds of people riding it.  
Thanks for the visit ~

12 comments:

  1. Love your title, Grace. And you KNOW I love those "ished stories." Awesome line break. :)

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  2. I agree, those line breaks add to the beauty of your poem and makes it even more enamoring. Beautifully executed.

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  3. I've never ridden a train to work, never lived where I could. But you gave me a taste of it.

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  4. This is delightful, Grace. I love the glimpses from your seat on the train. Delish language too!

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  5. Your opening lines had me right there......I love the faces "sweeter than a sugar cup". Love the shoes "melting with laughter from gossiping ladies". Delightful to read. When I visit the city, I love riding the skytrain, and wondering at the stories behind each face.

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  6. p.s. Grace, I upgraded my hard drive and seem to have lost your email.....would you please e me at wildwoman2@shaw.ca ? have a question for you, kiddo.

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  7. Traveling by commuter train can be that perfect moment to observe and imagine stories ... What is really the secret behind the smiles.

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  8. A good way to see many and make stories up for each. I'll never get all the stories out of my brain

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  9. Love how you broke up the word "unfinished", and the image of the toddler wriggling his socks off gave me a smile

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  10. As a commuter myself, I can relate to your train moments like these. I love the scene with the couple, though!:)

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  11. you sound so busy, Grace - I hope studies are going well too.

    I love the train, but they are scarce where I live ~

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