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
~/~
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
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.
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!
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver
one for you
Well, I posted one... just for you. Counting Boxcars.
Why thanks! Off to read it
Why thanks! Off to read it now. Cheers!
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver