Herbert Nehrlich

Rookie (04 October 1943 / Germany)

Where Did You Go?

Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

It was a German train.
They always leave on time.
The platform had a sprinkling
of weary travellers, that stood around,
and I was one of them.

My destination was Berlin.
An interview with, what to me
seemed the Almighty God himself.
At issue was whether I'd get in
the course, that at the time was
Free Philosophy.
Departure time was two minutes to twelve.

A medium plug of chewing gum
adorned my seat.
Grafitti on the window said 'Fick dich',
an ad praised the advantages of meat,
and beer was pictured of the famous Lich.

I settled back, the uni catalogue
in hand,
around the wrist the lucky copper band,
and off we went after the whistle blew.
My interview? I didn't have a clue.

And, rolling into Berlin Central Station:
'All please would REmain
seated until train stops'
my eyes were bored and ventured
through the glass.
I saw some tourists from a foreign nation
and green, bestarched, officious looking cops.

A train pulled out to leave this
busy town,
apparently it was a CCE.
I was about to get my suitcase down,
when an alert went from my eyes to me.

And no one would believe me
- perhaps YOU would? -
my trusty eyes were right,
did not deceive me.

A face of such angelic charme
was looking at me,
no it searched my face!
I sat there torn between
a heatwave and alarm.

My soul however knew she was MY face.

My panic started when I knew that her caboose
was going to the Eastern section.
And so my destiny it was that day
to lose
that lovely being to the wrong direction.
Nothing could be done,
that much I knew.

That was in 63 when JFK was there,
I didn't get to see him, I was busy.
The interview went well
(although I wasn't REALLY there) ,
I thought about her and it made me dizzy.

Today, there comes the odd occasion
when she appears
for just a tiny second and a fraction.
My right brain does not need persuasion
that with her eyes this angel beckoned,
and that it wasn't just a train-of-thought reflection.

For: Her

Comments about Where Did You Go? by Herbert Nehrlich

  • Rich Hanson (2/13/2005 12:15:00 PM)

    A lovely poem. I too have images like that in my mind that still flit through it on occasions. Totally unbidden, surprisingly still recollected(Report)Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • Herbert Nehrlich1 (11/21/2004 9:44:00 PM)

    Allan! Your unmentionable appendage may not serve its unintended function any more but you sure know how to embarrass a guy of my shyness. Will tell you in your inbox to spare others the indignation. But if you liked it that means something.(Report)Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • Lenchen Elf (11/21/2004 5:26:00 AM)

    Well drawn sense of time and place (and panic!) nice poem H(Report)Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • Herbert Nehrlich1 (11/21/2004 4:35:00 AM)

    Well, thank you for your kind words Robert.
    Also for those about the other one (Brigitte) .
    I can still feel the panic when I realised that there was nothing I could do.So, I call her Wilhelmina.(Report)Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
Read all 4 comments »

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: destiny, angel, believe, today, green, time, lost

Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 21, 2004

Poem Edited: Sunday, November 21, 2004