Morning Train Ride

Yes a friend inspired this one :)

She appeared on the train

Just before the doors closed

No one, hardly noticed her

In her baby blue top and

Her brown bottoms atop

Star studded floppy flip flops

 I did notice the cuteness

Of her light colored freckles

Across her well contoured face

And the bright steely grey

Of her wide eyed eyes

 

Holding them in memory

I closed my eyes and drifted

Into a Smokey filled room

Full of poets and critics

The last poet finishes her

Poetic woes of lost love

Crushed feelings and hurt hearts

As the band dies down

The lights dim

The crowd talks among themselves

Silently people turn around

Taking notice of her the woman

In brown and blue walking barefooted

Towards the empty stage

With jazzy twists of her shapely hips

She captured every one’s imagination

Before stepping up onto the stage

She collected herself

As the light only hit her face

Clearing her throat before she spoke

In the finest of a womanly voice

Telling tales of erotic love and

Ordinary days filled with thoughts

Every word spoke truth and peace

To the beat of a bass and drum thumps

Her human reality

Spiritual awareness

And universal principal

All gained through experiences

In life while obtaining wisdom

Her charm and humor of

Right and wrong

Hit everyone in our frontal lobes

Making us think, ponder and wonder

As I dreamed of the woman

Sitting right in front of me

On this Canadian Train

Heading north ward

Into history

Reviews

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

*beams* this is gorgeous (spoiler alert, this prolly won't be an effective "review" as such lol) this stanza:

As I dreamed of the woman
Sitting right in front of me
On this Canadian Train
Heading northward
Into history

was the one that resonated strongest for me, in the whole piece..

i think it's safe to say the block is broken?

[Ruth]

Always the ones who aren't noticed, the quiet vessels! lol
Beatifully done
xx

[Nianque]

Love it ! It captured my "frontal lobes". :)

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

A dream like poem. The woman well described as i picture her in my mind.
A lovely poem ... many good verses my favorite

As the band dies down

The lights dim

The crowd talks among themselves

Silently people turn around

Taking notice of her the woman

In brown and blue walking barefooted

Towards the empty stage

With jazzy twists of her shapely hips

She captured every one’s imagination

Before stepping up onto the stage

I can see this and feel it ... actually not a verse, but you know what I mean.. and as Coyote says if we are lucky we may find someone who sets our souls afire.

Chloe

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

a gorgeous poem painting the woman into full bloom line by line~

[Coyote Poetry]

Life if we are lucky. We will be able to meet and know people who can set our soul afire. I like this poem a lot. Your description of her appearance and then her womanly voice took me to a poetry reading. I like the complete poem. Those people who beauty and have great mystery leave us yearning and wishing. A outstanding poem.
Coyote