Until the last train

Until the last train

A Poem by Meraki
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My dearest Anabelle, If you're reading this I'm not coming home. I'm sorry I couldn't keep my promise. But do me one more favor? Be happy and find love once again. I love you. Yours always, Ben

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Oh you’re here!

I thought you’d never come!

I was waiting for you at the train station

It started to snow

There was an indigent woman

She smiled at me

Wearing nothing but thin rags

She was freezing

I gave her my coat

The red one you bought me

Just before you left

I still had my scarf and mittens

I sat down on the bench

I remember when I couldn't feel my face

Oh how I trembled but still I waited

A smile planted on my face

As I held your letter in my frozen hands

I watched them all leave the couples and families

The friends all greeting their soldiers back

And just before the last train stopped

I grew weary

I lay my head down for a rest

It’s warm here

Yes l know I’m dead

How? Oh well because

I heard the last train come in

I never woke up

It’s good to see you again my love

I missed you so.

© 2014 Meraki


Author's Note

Meraki
It takes place at the end of WWII. What do you think?

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Cid
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I hate seeing it ... I the hell yeah hate seeing beautiful angels feel sad. Ah! I know! I know! How's it feel when ya wait for someone and someone never comes to you then the rain becomes snow and the snow freezes the heartbeat low! but as long as hot warm talented boys as same as me are on this bad bad earth ..you the angels've don't need to worry about anything because we can see you with the tears cause your the world onself ..your the real dears!

This poem's really really powerful and just believe me, you just believe me! I really felt very bad seeing you sad ...if I were the guy for whom you waited .bI would've never put ya on wait cause I'd have leave you alone in this bad crowed world. Anyway ... It's a nice write, I always refresh my mind whenever I talk to you and read your beautiful emotional heartfelt touching stuffs. Your the real writer, beautiful!

Rating : 10000000000/100!
Note : "Meraki" is an awesome writer as well as an angel so, hey there you devils, don't make her sad cause there's no one as beautiful as nice as her in the world so, keep her smiley and of course fly with her but please, don't go under her wings because i've already occupied that place to stay under her white wings. Ha!

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Cid

10 Years Ago

Lol! Thank God! Yeah, Me too don't drink! When You said, you don't want cold drink, you really made .. read more
Meraki

10 Years Ago

:o how'd you know? I've had the biggest crush on you since forever! You're my absolute favorite you.. read more
Cid

10 Years Ago

Lol! Now I think, your making fun of me. lol



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Cid
Review :
I hate seeing it ... I the hell yeah hate seeing beautiful angels feel sad. Ah! I know! I know! How's it feel when ya wait for someone and someone never comes to you then the rain becomes snow and the snow freezes the heartbeat low! but as long as hot warm talented boys as same as me are on this bad bad earth ..you the angels've don't need to worry about anything because we can see you with the tears cause your the world onself ..your the real dears!

This poem's really really powerful and just believe me, you just believe me! I really felt very bad seeing you sad ...if I were the guy for whom you waited .bI would've never put ya on wait cause I'd have leave you alone in this bad crowed world. Anyway ... It's a nice write, I always refresh my mind whenever I talk to you and read your beautiful emotional heartfelt touching stuffs. Your the real writer, beautiful!

Rating : 10000000000/100!
Note : "Meraki" is an awesome writer as well as an angel so, hey there you devils, don't make her sad cause there's no one as beautiful as nice as her in the world so, keep her smiley and of course fly with her but please, don't go under her wings because i've already occupied that place to stay under her white wings. Ha!

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Cid

10 Years Ago

Lol! Thank God! Yeah, Me too don't drink! When You said, you don't want cold drink, you really made .. read more
Meraki

10 Years Ago

:o how'd you know? I've had the biggest crush on you since forever! You're my absolute favorite you.. read more
Cid

10 Years Ago

Lol! Now I think, your making fun of me. lol
This piece would do well with some stanzas and some line breaks. Reading straight through this piece does not allow the reader to sit with the speaker and feel the cold because we are too busy reading the next line.

The letter, which I assume is from the solider, addressed to Annabelle does us as a reader no good if it is in the subtext. Maybe incorporate that into the poem itself, since you already set it up when she is talking about holding his last letter in her hands. Think of it as if that space was not available to you – which goes for the very bottom where you tell us that this was at the end of world war 2. Without that little author’s comment, we would have never known that. You need to incorporate that somehow into the piece itself.

“Oh you’re here!
I thought you’d never come!” – Omit these two lines and start with a strong beginning, such as the next line.

“I was waiting for you at the train station” – I waited for you at the train station. Make sure to keep your tense throughout the whole poem.

“It started to snow” – It had started to snow.

“There was an indigent woman
She smiled at me
Wearing nothing but thin rags
She was freezing” – As much as I like this section, I am unsure what it has to do with the dynamics between your two characters. Maybe if this woman somehow resembled one or another, or maybe made the speaker think of how the other character must have spent cold nights during the war, then you would want to add that in.

“I gave her my coat
The red one you bought me” – I don’t know if understand the reference you have here. Considering that you have based this piece during the era of World War 2, you have to be conscious of everything that may include. If you have ever seen “Schneider’s list”, then you would understand that the meaning behind a red coat can come to mean an incredibly strong concept.
This idea also comes into play with the fact that your speaker is waiting for the “last train”. If your speaker is Jewish, or the loved one they are waiting for is Jewish, than this poem takes on a very dark and foreboding tone. You need to make sure that you give this piece a place so that the audience can fully grasp the context of it.

“As I held your letter in my frozen hands” – This would be a good place to show us what that letter might have said.

“It’s warm here
Yes l know I’m dead
How? Oh well because
I heard the last train come in
I never woke up” - This is all very jarring and very out of nowhere. Maybe the speaker says something about waking up to warmth and her solider next to her and that is how she knows that she is dead. And you can have her solider or even her say something about how she waited until the last train. You would actually hold your audience in suspense longer if you did not give away that the speaker is dead, but rather just hint at it through the last two lines.



Posted 10 Years Ago


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Meraki

10 Years Ago

Wow I never thought about all of that. I mean yes it was missing something but now I see the potenti.. read more
Clouded in Hopeful Illusions of False Delusions

10 Years Ago

You are welcome! Just remember to keep writing :)
This is sad but pretty. Love rekindled in death.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Meraki

10 Years Ago

Thank you!

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Added on January 7, 2014
Last Updated on July 29, 2014
Tags: Love, Military, WWII, waiting, freezing, hypothermia, snow, death

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Meraki
Meraki

Austin, TX



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