Along

It could be the momentary flashes of orange,

that makes this night seem so like a dream to me.

Coming closer, yet already gone;

my eyes fixate upon the distant streetlights. 

Silence is battled by the engine hums,  

constant dilation and miosis, 

and so continue the streetlights.

Snowflakes fall in the silence;

I watch over so many but lose sight, 

as both time and place distract me.

A small group gathers as a constant,

constantly clinging together.

I travel at the right speed;

I feel I play apart in their maintaining. 

The night has my mind tired,

and waiting for rest. 

This grey morning calls my eyes 

out the window once more.

The grey skies meet

 the grey road in front of me.

This moment waits for change,

but I find myself waiting.

I travel on with my tiered mind,

I wait for rest.

Reviews

[Daffy]

Hi Shane, critically, 'engines hums' would be better as 'engine hums' or 'engines hum'; perhaps I'm wrong though. Do you mean tiered mind or tired mind?
However, again it is a beautiful poem that speaks and describes the topic clearly. I enjoyed it very much and needed to read it a few times to really see the depth.

[Shane Hogan Poetry]

I was thinking along the same lines! I meant Tiered mind, its there to make you think of the definition of the two words and think of how they apply, which hopefully leaves you to review the poem and think of how it works consecutively! Thanks Daffy.

[Daffy]

Well, I was on the right lines. Definitely thought inducing this poem of yours. Thank you for sharing it.

[Troy Henson]

Imagery is fantastic and made for a very descriptive piece. The notion of a tiered mind sits well with this piece.

Regards
Troy

[stars are far]

that was very good....i loved the last stanza mostly..
summarizes most of the thoughts..
well done

[Einstein Noodle]

i am terrible for wanting to dose off ... usually when i am most of the way home .. striving for something to snap we to AWAKE!! ... your poem captures that hypnotic hum and play of snow so well ... on first read, the first few lines; i was transported to images of bombings in Beirut (or pick a spot) ... the title all by itself intrigued me ... to start thinking ... i really like "Along" ... it has lots of good stuff in it says i... enjoyed it very much
E.

[paras]

great work you've explained every situation i must say deeply.!! as much i felt like seeing it as a dream.!! great job.!! :)

[paddy d daly]

my mind is buried deep, in a cave or deeper in a coal structure, a ticking time bomb waiting to explode, the detonator may be too old, only time will tell, an explosion might unearth golden nuggets, brighter than any orange light

[Shane Hogan Poetry]

Flawless! absolutely flawless.

[s y e]

Very descriptive and extremely well written. I'm speechless Shane, great job.

[Shane Hogan Poetry]

Thank you very much!

[m.s.early]

The flow is so smooth. Like KWP, I see where the verses and words have their own intimacy.

This moment waits for change,
but I find myself waiting.
I travel on with my tiered mind,
I wait for rest.

This reminds me of myself when I am thinking and the hours on the clock continue instead of sleeping. Those engines remind me of mundane distractions my mind experiences while daydreaming.

[Shane Hogan Poetry]

This is the depth I wait for a mind to read my work at! I'm glad you take my work to heart and pay attention, its a reconfirming perk!

[Angelina]

A very interesting poem, with many layers to it. One that can interpreted differently by each person who reads it. Very well done.