Cumberland call

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Today,

         I thought of our train ride

You in Your parka, I in my smile 

rings around a mountain

smoke into sky, wafting

mini trips square upon the tongue

like days when we mat under the sun

an all glass car, dining among hillsides

tops of the trees, tunnels sneaking

kisses as diners peer sight see

do You recall conductors call

held the ticket we smiled in thrall

hugging close each other's security

blanket, held life chugging along

You said...

I love You, a cloud on my tongue

like cotton candy marshmallow

Us as in one, a passenger breathes

we cast shadow on the mountain

moving in light, forever glistening

while the train rolls, on and on 

 

 

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"I love You, a cloud on my tongue

like cotton candy marshmallow

Us as in one, a passenger breathes

we cast shadow on the mountain

moving in light, forever glistening

while the train rolls, on and on ."
One of my favorites from you dear poet. A very well written poem with great imagery...:)

[Souladareatease]

I thank You Greatly Sami:)
it is a walk among dreams, I love train rides and hope for one soon.

[Sami Khalil]

I do the same...Good one...:)

[quinfinn]

man, i love this...the whole thing rolls trippingly from the tongue like warm treacle. you have captured a moment of bliss and sealed it with a memory's kiss. well done!

[Souladareatease]

Finn O fine Mind thanks for Dropping by;) Very much appreciated indeed!!!
I'm very very pleased I could paint a fond memory!!! Always appreciate the read!!!

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

This is different from your other pieces...and I love it just the same. There is a beautiful sincerity in your poetic voice in this one. The way that we feel inside when the person we care so much about finally says the words "I love you"...it's like a validation of infinity. Great imagery...love the train images; I've never been on a train, and I feel as though (from reading this) I'm missing out. Well written, my friend.

[Souladareatease]

Thank You so Much Friday:))) and this is how my writes come out when I try to pick up a little steam tis the tinges of sincerity You gleam...train rides (old trains) in the mountains...they are truly Magical Friday...they ride along the ridge , You gaze through fog banks go through long tunnels into the mountain...exquisite food, some cars the all glass tops and sides You feel truly as if... hanging to the side --a God's Eye dreaming alive......then Your let out at the coziest little towns, full of coffee shops and eateries ...most are tourist trap shops but some truly are quaint....what is it... been years...pier 39 or 49 ...something as such...in San Fran? ...it's like that atmosphere but smaller and more picturesque...less wind...and more mountain forest. Thank You for the kind read and right...I ramble too much.