Lost in a tunnel, I might have seen
That vision once given, may well begin
To seek out a light, that once belonged
To a train coming for us headlong
On a phone as a stranger, in a once known land
Forgive all my errors, please understand
That damn near impossible tasks
Demand - all I can summon
In my current command.
Of sneering devices, devoid of touch
My only hope is that one as such
Repeats a slow mantra that all can see,
Give me pad, pen and paper
Set me free.
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Yes, I can...
My laptop battery is shot, so I don't take it out much and my phone is just too small to work with for writing; so I jot down ideas for poems on paper [sometimes napkins or scraps of paper bags]!
I can't relate to traveling by train anywhere, let alone out of the country though. I like the rhyme, although the scansion is somewhat ragged. I would suggest that you add or subtract a word or two here and there and it will sing itself to you. Good to hear that you are having a good time traveling and hope you get plenty of ideas to write poetry about! Nice hearing from you. ~ Geezer.
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Thanks Geezer..
It will get a tidy up with a firmly held pen, on solid ground (that's not rocking about). :)
Cheers.
Chris.