So much worse
Had it been predictable
Once more
Disappointing
This
Is not like the river
For
It does not get old
It’s like the past
You want to hide it afar
but so often the answers
are there to be found
It’s this train whose last call
We’ll never
ever get to
Running too slowly
and so fast
And the time I moved
at dusk
While setting the clockhands
To get the hour:
Seven were ahead.
___________________________________________ Posted for d'verse
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23 comments:
the train we will never catch, though we try and are never fast enough...sad bit of verse for me dulce...
hours, hours burning bright
seven ahead that made a night
the past comes up and what do we do?
ride the train near the river so blue.
xoxo
And loving your new blog look this week.
Yes, it speaks of loss of wishing and hoping yet maybe never finding, sad.
We truly do never seem to catch it, no matter how fast we go.
solid stanzas... great imagery
the time I moved
at dusk
While setting the clockhands..sometimes i desperately want to set the clockhands but good we can't in a way...
I enjoyed this piece. I disagree though. The train is waiting, idling, waiting, wanting us to climb aboard.
sad with loss...we can't that train....lovely.
The train of time always seems to be running ahead of us.. and we, with flailing arms, run after it! And sometimes, it just waits and waits, while we have boarded and are raring to get on with the journey! Whewwwww....
You have said it all very well here, Dulce...
Very reflective!
I can definitely feel this one right from the start. It also had a mystical feel. This made me think of someone in a parallel world trying so hard to reach for all that is just ahead, just out of reach.
"It’s this train whose last call
We’ll never
ever get to
Running too slowly
and so fast"
I love the juxtaposition of images. The reality of it hits me too.
I so like how infinity plays into these images so well expressed. Time should be viewed this way.
Really lovely way to express time.... To me it screams that there is never enough of it, we look back and see that maybe we could have used it more wisely, to be happier somehow.... And so there is always tomorrow, or at least the seven hours ahead...
so much yearning!
I love the opening, the comparison of the river, the sadness of time, all the way to the end--lovely piece, Dulce.
It’s this train whose last call
We’ll never
ever get to
Running too slowly
and so fast
Love the depth, the imagery... as it stalls before us, yet we can't catch up.
Too often the hidden answers can be found--far away in the past. When I know the answer, the question is no more.
If I slow to a walk, I might catch the train on its next unscheduled trip--but no, I always want to get there 'yesterday'--grin!
Really Dulce, another winner! Hope girl does not slip from her swinging moon.
this might be a wee bit sad but thr artwork cheered me up. okay enough shallow. luved this. it was sad in a way, but beautiful in the way u presented it. great lines, very smooth. creative and fresh. very smooth voice. i enjoy ur writing, for it does not get old.
a life of its own, seemingly, yet as steadfast as it ever was and is...
this is so strong and filled with such good points such as you are not a river because the river never grows old and also the train being 7 hours ahead. Wonderful
http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/10/04/memories/#comment-1442
charming sentiments, your way of showing is amazing.
Thanks for your visit today...and for your remark "...always-getting-better-poetry." So nice a compliment from Sweeter Poet.
Sometimes this Peeps does not know whether he is going forward or backward...
<3
My dear Steve, not a complement, just the truth--- now, always forward please, always
Backward is just... NOt an option! :-) ♥
Thanks *everyone* for your so very sweet comments.
How I wish I could go and visit all of you and everyone else at d'verse... Sorry about that.
Please know you are always in my heart-♥.
Dulce
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