sitting on a train,
returning from the home of pain,
there she sat,
as she turned the final page,
the music in my ears,
climaxed in angry rage.
i felt a connection,
the need to escape the mundane.
as the tain,
staggered on,
my fantasy's got the better of me,
The poet knows no reality.
for no reason at all,
she looked up at me,
and smiled,
i felt warm.
and she knew.
the temptress,
that she had the power,
i looked out of the window,
in an attempt to distract,
the fact,
that i was thinking about
somoene other,
than the mother
of my children.
i felt cold,
empty and alone,
for she had gone,
swallowed up,
in the darkness of the station.
my pocket vibrated,
and i felt loved
Hey, it's OK to look, just don't touch. We may be married, but we are not dead! Good poem that more of us could relate to than would like to admit. Linda
That's a really nice poem! I like how it talks about meeting someone while you already have somebody, that happens a lot now-a-days. -Marly
your right Tai chi Italy, chance enounters are everywhere, not sure of your point, do agree know that last few lines where naff, eyes are heavy and mind tired. regards Vince
Vincent, chance encounters are everywhere. The final line was a bit naf I'm afraid. hence 8 from me. All the best Tai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a great piecs of poetry