Brian Wake

Rookie (Liverpool)

Travelling Backwards - Poem by Brian Wake

At thirteen forty five our train begins to move, and, late
to board, what seats remain face not toward but from.
I shuffle off and fold my overcoat and sit, do battle
with a newspaper to find a decent page and settle down
to read.

Behind me, music hisses from a faulty earphone. A child
describes the passing fields; a city child surprised by space
and countryside, surprised by, look mum, cows and sheep.
Across the aisle a blue-haired lady with an open book
is fast asleep.

From where I sit, my awkward view is of the places
we have travelled through. What views await us are, as yet,
unknown, the present blurred, the past quite clear. I travel
backwards in a crowded train.

I sit with some who seem to travel backwards all their lives;
they sit asleep or read with children counting sheep and cows.
For them and me, perhaps, what was and what is now
are somehow all there is.


Comments about Travelling Backwards by Brian Wake

  • Rookie - 1 Points Charles Monroe (10/29/2013 1:41:00 PM)

    'Top One-Hundred Poets Club'
    Out of Thousands and thousands of Poems online
    Mine was number sixty-five.
    Poet with a Thousand Kills
    But with weak promotion skills.
    Poem Hunters lose their way
    And, at times, become the prey
    All is fair in War and Love
    Top One-Hundred Poets Club.
    All contestants orchestrated
    Or perhaps they're all related
    Smiling proud with Pen in Hand
    We remain the Underrated.
    It will take a thousand Poets
    Just to help you stay afloat
    But nothing beats the satisfaction
    To receive an honest Vote.
    Poem Hunts the lamest Ducks
    I Searched You a thousand bucks
    Poison Ink reigns from above
    Top One-hundred Poets Club

    P.X

    #65 Charles Monroe


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  • Rookie Elin Grimes (10/21/2013 1:32:00 PM)

    This is exceptionally good - and so far the only contest poem which I would classify as Excellent. However. Is it really fair for a published, professional poet to enter a poetry competition with us ordinary folk?

    This poem is beautiful and I'll definitely be checking out your others. I loved this:

    I sit with some who seem to travel backwards all their lives;

    I do wonder what you mean by the third line from the end though. Why do you think someone asleep with a book is travelling backwards all their life? Seems a bit of a harsh, and perfunctory judgement on someone you basically don't know at all. Same with the mother/child. I feel like you need something of a bit more substance before stating something so deep about a stranger. Just my interpretation though. I like that the poem made me want to read it more than once, and gave me something to think about. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 12,649 Points Ramesh Rai (10/18/2013 7:22:00 AM)

    I sit with some who seem to travel backwards all their lives;
    they sit asleep or read with children counting sheep and cows.
    For them and me, perhaps, what was and what is now
    are somehow all there is.
    I take it as spiritual write. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, October 18, 2013


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