Last Train
by @jdubqca @vivchook @brudberg @permabloom @afcoory @myvogonpoetry
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The beautiful countryside of my childhood
emerged vividly in my mind
as I waited for the last train back to the city.
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The rolling fields and storm clouds in my memory’s past
Mingled with the scent of my mother’s perfume,
tentatively splashed on my wrist
as I went through her things today.
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She should have been with us eternally
But she faded gradually into those clouds
And we are left with bottled memories.
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“Cabochard”, I relearned the word,
Reclaiming her perfume’s name,
Restoring the past’s shaky grounds,
Returning to a semblance of newness.
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I cried at the train ‘oh please don’t come’
longing only for the darkness to engulf me,
to cradle me deep within its velvet softness.
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A low, sustained whistle and flashing lights
were the train’s answer to my plea as it approached.
I could not stand still any longer,
Ready or not, I was moving on.
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August 2012, With picture from Sian is Me (@lynsm7)
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beautiful
Wow, really cohesive and beautiful. Would love to be a part of such a collaboration; thank you so much for subscribing! 🙂
We talk daily on twitter and do this every now and then. Collaborative writing is very fulfilling.
I have always been shy regarding collaboration, however there are certainly some lovely results which, sometimes, may occur. There are, however, one or two poetic matters on which I might enjoy collaboration. One of these, I believe might be perfect for you and me combined. I’ll discuss it more with you via email if you would like. On the surface, it doesn’t seem like a difficult project; however, it presents some stylistic difficulties for me, that I believe you might be able to overcome.
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Would love to collaborate. In Japanese poetry I think it’s considered the highest form of poetry. Stylistic and subject turns are considered something that really adds to the final result.
I’m going to shortly have a try at something interesting:Finishing a sonnet begun perhaps sixty years ago, perhaps longer ago than that, by someone other than myself. However, there are only two lines. The pattern of these two are widely misunderstood, I think, Which is why any attempts thus far to complete the work have been less than satisfactory to read. The lines seem to be stylistically hard to match; but they put me in mind of your kind of imagery, and also of your kind of lilting, skipping, wordplay.
When one has written a number of sonnets, over some years, one gets a sense of these kinds of things. Technically, it would be difficult to determine from just two lines the form of sonnet they would begin. However it is clear to me that it must be an English Sonnet (Or Shakespearean) of the form ABAB CDCD EFEF GG with all odd lines containing internal rhymes.
I’ll give you the lines in a day or two, I think; I’d like to think it all over for a while longer.
Sounds very very exciting. Expanding a seed from a word, a picture or a prompt is how I write my poems.
In fact, I realize now, I had forgotten that a few days before I made an entry regarding the lines. All this came from a stray memory that found its way back to the fore. In any case, the link is here: http://wp.me/p2GFBm-be