Poetheart (back)

(05/23/1960 / Rio de Janeiro)

Gate 53


Gate 53 now is closed

all tickets for sale
is now past

the man said!
perpendicular, she sit on the bench alone

a paper in her hands
waiting for the next departure

transversely, she wants

run into the Southern Cross
throughout her solitude that’s fit well

horizontally he arrives
silent, as if it were human
aren’t steel’s friction steps
but she knows are railways to go

malicious engineering
long curves …
~She, vertical ~He, erect~

From afar, you can see
crumpled paper at the train station 53

Submitted: Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Edited: Friday, May 17, 2013

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end, love, friction, longing, meeting, railways, train station

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  • Unwritten Soul (5/16/2013 5:43:00 AM)

    Just enjoyed the trip in every station...we learned lot of thing in each station from 0 -53...be in railway always okay..so in life...53 just the year of you will go but no train moves so brave like you...so ignore things and move forward.._Soul (Report) Reply

  • Shahzia Batool (5/16/2013 4:13:00 AM)

    poetry stays as just simple nursery-rhyme if presented without symbolism...your symbols are quite obvious! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Poetheart Morgan (5/15/2013 3:12:00 PM)

    Dear Altair, you are right, is about maturity and how many gates i had to cross. I want to go home! ! (Report) Reply

  • Poetheart Morgan (5/14/2013 10:14:00 PM)

    Hello Dear Ace of Black Hearts! ! ! what was written on that paper changed her whole history! ! What a perception poet! (Report) Reply

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