Old movies

 

 

Sitting on the platform, of this dirty, rundown station,

i close my eyes and play my old memories inside my head,

I'm older, wiser now with much more patience,

There will be no more tears left to shed.

 

My memories float before me like an old movie,

I smile but my lips do not move,

I open my eyes and the dull smokey air fills my lungs,

I look to the side and see a wonderful image of love.

 

I allow one last teardrop to fall,

A man hands me a clean white tissue,

I wipe the salty droplet and face the wall,

I reapply ruby red lipstick, a touch of fragrance too.

 

The train approaches, the whistle blows,

I rise to my feet, and board onto my new life,

A new chapter a new scene a new show,

Leaving all my memories behind me, no longer a mother or a wife.

Reviews

[Rob Taylor]

I like this. There is a longer story there if you let your mind look deeply into the script this movie was produced from. I can see the ruby red lipstick being slowly, with care applied. A tissue pressed between fresh coated lips to kiss the excess away. The, maybe a raspberry like whisp of aroma, floats it's way along on a slight breeze and others who may be present enjoy the momentary sweetness from a woman refreshing her presense Very good job EMZ.

[Ray Hamilton]

A wonderful sad write
Although a new life very well may be happy, one can only hope
The road we all walk seems these days to be a rocky one
We all move forward hopping for better days ahead
I enjoyed this write thanks for sharing
Ray { Not a Poet }

[Michael]

Very powerful imagery. There is one small typo "I,m" needs to be I'm

You do a wonderful job of pulling the reader along and then the turn in the last stanza really catches us by surprise, just as a turn should.

Wonderful job!