How I Met Future Destiny

don know what to call it, poetry or prose or story

 

 

I await in a long line at the ticketing booth

didnt realize there were so many were ready to travel

excitement surrounds my thoughts of reaching my destination

my longawaited journey to the transcendant

where will this train of penmanship take me?

like a kid in the back seat impatiently i grumble

with years of thought and mulling over I decided to take the ride

I drag my carry-on bag filled with a thesaurus, rhyming dictonary

along with my journal as I approach my seat

looking over I find every passenger deep in thought

with heads down they each are actively writing

except there is one who like me has just sat down as if she is returning

to her seat, she sat next to items that may have been hers

thought I saw what looked like a list with my name on it

O well, I said to myself as I shook the thoughts lose from my brain

she was a wide eyed young girl,

with medium tanned skinned and dark auburn hair

she nods at me with a smile

i nod then i say Good Morning and she replied

'Hi, my name is Future Destiny'

Hmmm, interesting name I thought

but without hesitation i said, 'nice name.'

where are you going? she retorts

I explained to her that although

I am an avid reader

I cant make out the destination on my ticket

She giggled, 'everyone says that

although factually speaking,

it is my fortune to ride this train with all of you

each of you have a journey's end, but not I'

Why is it your fate to ride this train? i ask

'I ride to give hope to anyone who wishes the chance to speak to Future'

I want to ask for my outcome, but decided to do that later

when we have gotten to know each other a little better

we instead talk about the riders who seem so busybodied

she tells me that they are consumed with their newest poem or prose

they aboarded and began their work because

they are those writers who were patiently waiting

their next creative expression to come along

and when it finally arrived they boarded at the same station as you although

some were from the stations before

all of them working because they know

after they have completed their piece

they must deboard

and wait on a layover at that post until it it is time to leave again

then and only then are

they are able to leave the depot

when they have received a new production

which takes them to a different place

on their journey or goals

I look out the window as

I felt lulled into a deep quietness

looking at the scenery that seemed to be

random thoughts in my head

children playing

mystical creature running trying to show me something

in a glowing mound

trees and greenery...

as we start to slow down

and finally stop

we were told to get off

I smiled at Future

then handed the guy my ticket to check

i turned to ask for any advice

and she was gone.

Reviews

[Anima Inspired]

This was deep... I felt as though i was on a journey through the very depths of inspiration and "muse-dom". I love the way that you brought together imagery and metaphor, taking the reader to a place that was unexpected and delightful at the same time. Nicely done!

[Dani California]

Outstanding journey through the mind of a writer.
So creative --
future destiny sounds like a muse of sorts --
though this could apply to so many other aspects
of life --

Great job!! Thank you!
Now, I must go -- I have a train to catch! ;)

[Silent Kim aka mizmetap..]

A wonderful ride, spinning from thought to creativity, once completed you must get off and wait for the next train.

very creative and uniuqe ideal. I enjoyed your write.

[Charles D. Moorer]

Interesting take on the creative process and its muse. Check the second line.

[Rainbowco]

Great topic, interesting story; an excellent read no matter what form you choose, poetry, story or prose.
But I think it is a wonderful combination of the three.