Their different ways! Only Way

Their different ways! Only Way
Pass,
See,
Observe,
Be candid,
Avoid being rancid,
Pause,
Wave
And
Let all see
The moving of
The train slowly
As the doors shut
The world outside is cut,
The train moves on,
The sojourn is now on
Two trains they caught
One gong East
The other North
The distances widened
Far apart there was nothing then
To be lost,
The sojourn was on
To a lonely resort,
Awaiting there was
Someone’s consort

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: ROU

Comments

Please read comment below

and

of course Shirley u know

thanks to uuu 222222222222222

Loved

I hear that train in a distants away. Let me help out in this wee part I love this poem:

One gong east ( one going East)
The other North
The distances widened
Far apart there was nothing then
To be lost,
The sojourn was on
To a lonely resort,
Awaiting there was
Some one’s consort ( Someone's consort)

This is a very vivid write and one that I liked to read this Sunday morning

Love Mona
xoxo

I WAS ADVISED

TO POEMISE
A POEM THAT HAD NOTHING TO DO
WITH MY OWN SELF
SO THIS ONE
I tried

and am I glad my my my

u liked it thanks to thee

way

a bit sad the way life's journeys seperate people and often lovers. Very vivid loved.........scribbler

THIS IS HAPPENING

This is happening

This is happening
More in the younger generation
We see distraught
Caught
Between the legs of time
Some day sooner than later,
They are wrought
In the doldrums deep ravines,
Crevices of disdain
And
Left isolated in vain,
Alas it’s happening
That’s all in my poem a refrain,
It’s a weaker moment,
When sex is uppermost
Then a life of misery perhaps
One does for ever toast!

ah, there you go

a poem outside the confines of one's experience. But it could be in fact a poem about the "I" but narrated in the third person. A clever device, you see. Magnificent effort.

No my dear

No my dear,
its not the I' that you see
in my poem
its the I'ss I see
around me every day ,
men and women play
thats the Western world of today
some are gay ,
others lesbians
so iIremember the train numbers,
and
see them journey off too
some one perhaps
is waiting for you too.

For Siren and Cryptic

the poem awaits at

New Neopoet station

for you to alight
or write
.maybe write it off !!