Colin Egan


Rail Ways - Poem by Colin Egan

Polished steel shines so brightly under the early morning sun
Nobody notices, the person who waits and and sits, doing nothing much in particular
Two magpies descend in a distant field, the joy they share seems to go unnoticed
But, for the person waiting and sitting, a smile has now transformed him
Classification divides and seperates, good from bad and poor from rich
A window fully open or slightly ajar, a read newspaper is re-read then swooped to the floor
Thought followed by thought, fuels more of the same, a sea or ocean bathes every grain of sand
Appearance plays an opera with reality, the audience decide among themselves
What is concluded cannot be judged or assessed, but simply compared
Life is coloured rich and vivid, this view may falter a sure stance
Sound is the base, colour and depth dance hand in hand
A fly lands somewhere closeby but remains hidden from searching eyes
The camera of reality rolls on continuously, so fast, so fast

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 10, 2008



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