Shivering Happiness

 

 

When I watch you sway

I lose

all sense of time

 

And my spatial awareness

Shrinks down

To the space between our fingers

Whenever

We’re holding hands

 

Because your smile has a way

of melting

My chronological clock

 

And each moment runs

into the next,

Connected like a boxcar

To

The moment before it

 

Like a mile long

Freight train

Carrying all the supplies

My

Heart will ever need

 

And the shear tonnage

Of love

Moving along the tracks

Always outweighs

My ability to calculate

 

But the rumbling of all

that power

Always moves me

To

count my blessings

 

And whenever I feel

The earth shake

My soul

Shivers with happiness

 

It shivers with happiness… because I am in love

 

 

~/~

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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J-C4113D's picture

I have never read a railroad

I have never read a railroad metaphor deployed in the service of a love poem, but you have shown us how it is done.  Bravo!  And thank you for posting this to postpoems.


J-Called

Spinoza's picture

just don't post them

 

Funny thing is, I’ve got a whole pile of railroad poems. Only, I never post them. Just keep them tucked away in a draw, under my PC.

 

redbrick's picture

Mores the pity for poems that

Mores the pity for poems that aren't shared with others and lay hidden to whatever fate Time has for them. Of course that is the choice of poets and the eventual executors of their estate should the poems survive after their time on Earth is done.  Railroads are on a class of their own!


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Spinoza's picture

one for you

Well, I posted one... just for you. Counting Boxcars.

redbrick's picture

Why thanks! Off to read it

Why thanks! Off to read it now. Cheers! Smile


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