Have you ever sat on an unhurried train
And watched smile, after corkscrew smile
Painted thin on a puffy faced sky.
I have.
They put telephone cables underground now.
And call it progress.
Have you ever click clacked o’er viaducted valley
Whilst eyelined below, makers of methane
Freckle furiously on the skin of green.
I have.
But they rear cattle in sheds these days.
And call it progress.
Have you ever hugged the cosseting hill
With, in distant wollen view, bleating dandruff speck
Dawn tanned mountain scarps.
I have.
They plant land envenoming trees there now.
And call it progress.
Have you ever?
You have not!
Then scurry.
For progress only goes one way.
One loco motion
A cul de sac of traversed track
Routes singularly tentacular forward,
Never back.
like the way you work with words here for example, the track, a cul de sac and bring things together like a story.....enjoyable read for me..........mm. :)
an excellent poem again, i love the way your poetry always makes me pull it apart into sections and think of every verse and lets me enjoy them the more i read them.Thank you for sharing your work, jo x
Beautiful imagery - thank you Worlds away from my crammed commuter Clair
Simplicity corrupted by man's ever growing ambitions. I enjoyed this poem alot!
Ah. The world is changing, and changing fast. Mother Nature will have a say about that, no doubt.
I loved this one as I have sat on an unhurried train and watched the beauty all around go slowly by, it gave you pause, un hurried we used to savor things. Great poem. Bob
You are really good. A poet after my own taste. There are so few of us.
You're so right, & how often it is we only notice these things when they're already gone... I love the words of this one - 'tentacular' is one to roll around the tongue & savour all day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for the journey of the progress train... what a pity it has to be onward without a stop over to enjoy... Alison