Fast, Faster, Fastest

All imaginary

Train moving fast, faster, fastest
On the rail unending, infinite
Some stepped in, some stepped out
A never ending phenomenon.

The grasses, mountains and valleys
Moves backward fast, faster, fastest
Never seen again ever
A never ending phenomenon.

The sun over the sky
Moves east to west
Fast, faster, fastest
A never ending phenomenon.

The earth rotates
Fast, faster, fastest
On it's axis imaginary
Revolves around the Sun.​

Fast, faster, fastest

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

Whilst the way your poem is written runs its own speed, life whizzing by, the feeling of losing touch with reality is only too evident, it reads tragically frantic. Reading twice, it scares me to know that in the way time is understood here, there seems to be a loss of sight, sound, touch, smell and love for the all around.
Even sat sitting or standing still, time still is.. it's never lost unless life ends.. Which is better, slowing down and seeing a petal fall, a star born.. or nothing, nothing at all? That said there is great power in your poem, perhaps that was intended to allow readers reach a conclusion?

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[Betty Hermelee]

all these observations show how fast time passes us by... and you show us with these vivid images of trains, mountains, earth, etc...very clever!! ever thing seem to move fast when time itself moves so quickly;
clever write...Enjoyed it!
Warmly, B

[Arundass TP]

Relatively we are too slow on this universe. Thank you friend 😊

[Betty Hermelee]

Time is slow when one is old and in pain….
You’re welcome
Warmly, B

[Arundass TP]

It's better not to look a perfect clock, only observe sunrise and sunset. Then beautiful nature.

[Soren]

This is a vivid image but seems a metaphor for time and I took it as such. Nicely done

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[Chris]

How our time slips away so quickly, I hope our deeds match our awareness.

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[living lavender]

with no control on how fast. faster. fastest.
there was still beauty found in the moment.
{loved the imagery portrayed.}

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[Stu. T.H.]

No one has ever bought the ticket, yet was brought onto the ride,
While the train was moving, some were crushed and died,
How fortunate for the rest to be living,
How fortunate we are to be breathing.

Your poem revels in the stark contrast between the transient nature of our perceived conditions of life and the eternal celestial bodies that defy our mortal sense of living definitions. Cleverly put, even when the poem doesn't say it out loud, its meaning is prominent. For how long could one take life for granted? Before learning the suffering and ending of their physical life that is. Regardless, the Sun will rise tomorrow, uncaring of human suffering.

- Dan Rastley.

[Arundass TP]

Sure, life is like that. Thànk you friend 😊

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and some of us took the entire ride but never did any more than just sit in our seat and stare out the window as life passed us by, or perhaps, we passed by life.
j.

[Arundass TP]

That's what's happening for each one of us. Thank you friend 😊