The Trains Poem by Not Long Left

The Trains

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so much is said,
onboard trains,
so many different lives,
so many different pains,
each carriage containing,
a thousand thoughts,
of food, affairs, death,
lateness, sickness, births,
television drama's.
a spillage of human life.
Private arguments often,
adrressed to the world,
megaphoned voice,
on mobile phones.
such entertainment from human,
soap stories.


often when i cannot sleep,
i walk in guilty solitude,
to the bridge that rainbows,
the railway tracks,
(i say rainbows for the graffiti comes in all coulours)
The trains seem in such a rush,
passing through the towns,
in panic like speed,
They know us,
what we are like,
what we think,
and eat, love and hate.
little wonder they slip
by in such haste.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mary Nagy 05 January 2006

This is great Vincent........I think your description of the bridge ''rainbowing'' the railroad tracks is such a great visual. Very nice. Sincerely, Mary

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Cj Heck 05 January 2006

Nice work, Vincent - I enjoyed the clever personification here. Yes, in knowing us, they would 'slip through in such haste...'. Again, nice work! Warmest regards and respect, CJ

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