Water streaming,
drops fall, drip, drip,
they trickle down.
Grey fog, mist
swirls around,
a dark, dark night.
Cold and damp,
the blackest hour,
gives out a chill.
A smudge appears,
an orange glow lights
up a flash of steel.
Waiting, waiting,
missing warmth,
missing hope.
Separations bad,
you feel alone,
it isn’t fair.
Hug, move close,
then a sound echo’s
through the fog.
Heart drops,
shapes on platform,
shuffling feet.
A final kiss,
a hug, a cry,
a wave goodbye.
Moving now,
wave looks small,
a teardropp falls.
Such an evocative piece. Love the compressed nature of the writing - like George Shearing's closed harmony. And the use of onomatopoeia with words like drip drip and trickle down gives great color to the poem. Goodbyes aren't easy are they? love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Your writing has much clarity andit difficult to write apt comments! The poems speak for themselves. The mist, the fog, the tears add the emotional element.
a moving good bye poem... well written...thanks for sharing, Bob
Railway stations and trains evoke such unhappy memories as well as happy ones at times too. You have taken us to a sad time of parting Bob and in your description of the dank wet place you stir a sigh as we see folk not wanting to say goodbye. Good write Bob. written with your usual honesty in words.
beautiful imagery that speaks in this lovely poem
the word seperation tugs my heart, when i remember many times i have had to say bye to loved ones.that particular moment, is a horrible moment of truth, which all of us face.yet we live and get on with life.loved this poem bob, because you have put it down so beautifully.great write.
hi bob..what superb imagery very very nice i felt like reading a period novel a tenner cheers
aww, it lets me think of someone, who i really was close to..This is just undescribable! Bob you must never stop writing, i love your work! ! ! 10 out of 10! Best wishes Jappane
wow! ! great poem. yes i did feel the same as when i was writing my poem. goodbyes are hard and touchy.thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this amazing poem, zen like in presentation appeals to all the five senses - it speaks, touches, paints great visuals, one can hear sounds and get a taste of life. Bob, I am so glad i found it. goes toy fav list.10 Mamta