Brian Wake

(Liverpool)

Travelling Backwards


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
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  • 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.
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    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
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    Top One-hundred Poets Club

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  • 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

  • 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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