The trains stopped coming
twenty years ago.
But still you wait,
hands deep into your pockets
watching the minutes
on a clock stuck
at ten past eight in the morning
from a year only you remember.
I have taken to waiting with you.
Who knows,
perhaps I am the fool.
A quick poem for this weeks Poetics Night at the Poets Pub. Thank you to Bjorn for the prompt.
I feel like my poems are becoming a bit samey at the moment so I might give this prompt another go in a bit. See if I can write something a little less mournful.
Carol J Forrester 
I like the concluding line… and the mystery of waiting on the trains that never comes… very much of a metaphor for me.
Thank you. I really loved your poem for this prompt. I went back and reread it again. I wonder if my sister had a similar experience when travelling last summer.
Oh I love this, and I have to agree with Bjӧrn, the last line is killer
Thank you very much. 🙂
I absolutely love the tenderness in this line:
“I have taken to waiting with you.”
If a fool, then one who is investing in something wonderful.
I’m glad you think so, thank’s for stopping by and commenting.
Would you mind sticking around for a minute or two more. I’m trying to get a poetry thing off the ground and I’d love some people’s thoughts if you have the time.
https://caroljforrester.wordpress.com/2016/04/05/call-for-guest-poets/
Wonderful use of metaphor Carol 🙂
Thank you. 🙂
I love that image of the stopped clock, just frozen in time. Evocative.
Thank you.
This is quite haunting. I got the feeling he (she) was waiting for someone special to alight, who never would.
Your poem mourns the demise of trains, but they’re making a comeback. Did you see the wonderful tv programme about the resurrection of the Flying Scotsman recently?
I didn’t I’m afraid. Was it good?
Yes. Nostalgia, beauty, hope for the future.
Love how you have taken to waiting with this person (with Alzheimers?). Great concluding line.
Thank you.
A mysterious and intriguing poem…waiting together, for what? whom? how long?
Who knows.