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Station Road

with each passing train 
the house trembles 
aborted dreams

strangers in the night
the creaking floorboards
she cheats on him

wafts of warm
spiced paratha bread
her aroma lingers

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Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2016

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November 20, 2017 at 12:52 PM

hmmm.., quite a compelling and intriguing write Paul. The poem, to me is deep and the tone is dark, but ohh so beautifully presented and willing me to read your write again and again trying to decipher its true hidden meanings. The imagery is stunning and lends itself spectacularly to the mystery... Beautiful.. Warmest wishes always!

November 21, 2017 at 2:12 PM

Nothing goes better with a nice cup of tea more than your wonderful sentiments my friend :)

November 21, 2017 at 1:26 PM

Yours are awesome comments, Susan. It is a pleasure to have you stopping by. Next time I'll make sure I have the kettle on:) Warm regards // paul

April 16, 2017 at 3:56 AM

Lovely write, Paul. I think the "aborted dreams" line is great and sums up the whole trilogy... well done!

April 16, 2017 at 1:10 PM

I can tell you that I did not have much sleep in that house, John!! Thank you for a lovely visit. Regards // paul

December 7, 2016 at 7:35 PM

Paul, I actually find this one as an alluring mood more in the line of depth of bedroom emotions instead of plain old cheating. It's beautiful, and senryu takes thought to write out this way. And, thanks so much for looking at my website! It means a lot to me coming from a fellow poet and talent such as you display here. Warm regards!

December 8, 2016 at 12:19 PM

Thank you for your insightful remarks, Raven, and I'm pleased you like what you read here. From your website I can tell that you are hard-working and dedicated...keep up the good work:) Warm regards // paul

December 6, 2016 at 8:00 PM

I'm not sure if these are supposed to read individually or it's one bittersweet story, either way, most enjoyable. First one, made me wince, second like cold pricklies, whilst the finale gave me the warm fuzzies. :)

December 7, 2016 at 5:13 PM

Let's just say that all three occurred in the same house, so they are related! Enjoyed your 'dissected' feedback, Paloma:) Regards // paul

Richard Lamoureux

December 4, 2016 at 7:52 AM

A sad one well expressed.

December 5, 2016 at 9:34 AM

Thank you, Richard. Have a nice day. // paul

November 29, 2016 at 9:21 AM

WoW! This collection of Senryus brought out life in it's basic form. Life hustling and bustling around you completely separated from itself. What's going on in one life doesn't affect the others around it. One man's life is over and at the same time another is just beginning. One man's future looks bleak while at the same time another's is filled with promise. Great job here my friend. A seven from me. God Bless, JB

November 29, 2016 at 12:11 PM

Thank you for your insightful feedback, Judy. It's been lovely to have you visiting. Regards & Blessings // paul

Ravi Sathasivam

November 29, 2016 at 1:12 AM

Excellent. Well penned and lovely senryus. Thanks for sharing it my friend Paul

November 29, 2016 at 12:01 PM

Thank you, Ravi...a pleasure to have you stopping by, my friend. Regards // paul

November 28, 2016 at 9:17 AM

The mind tends to file all that is gooood and bazaar passing actions reminds :-) love the imagery hugs

November 29, 2016 at 12:00 PM

Thank you for reading and commenting positively, Eve. Regards & Hugs // paul

November 28, 2016 at 8:15 AM

Hi Paul, You have penned a good string of senryus. I enjoyed the imagery in each one. Well done:-) Alexis

November 29, 2016 at 11:43 AM

Thank you, Alexis. Enjoyed your GOTD Limerick:) Regards // paul

Janis Medders Tobechi

November 26, 2016 at 8:38 PM

This is a very intriguing senryu. I have read it over and over and each time I'm left with a different meaning. Nice write, Paul.

November 27, 2016 at 1:54 PM

I am pleased you found these senryu intriguing and meaningful, Janis...thank you. ~ Regards // paul

November 26, 2016 at 7:59 PM

what wonderful memories Paul I especially love the final poem .. reminds me of when we lived in Birmingham:-) hugs jan xx

November 27, 2016 at 1:43 PM

Thanks, Jan. This was in High Wycombe, many moons ago, but some memories don't fade! Hugs // paul

November 26, 2016 at 6:45 PM

you've evoked such beautiful imagery with such a few words, paul. lovely!

November 27, 2016 at 1:40 PM

Thank you for the complimentary remarks, Ilene. Regards // paul

November 26, 2016 at 6:19 PM

Sheesh, Paul - now I have to look up, well, look up to see what I have to look up - paratha! I was having such a good time reading, then ya made me work for it. I'm kidding, I'm a silly person. In all seriousness, I have many emotional reactions to your poem of hard hitting imagery and I'm still sorting them. That means it is a very good poem, Paul. Will read for a 3rd time to see if I land on one emotion. Done well (tired of saying well done) ... CayCay

November 27, 2016 at 1:06 PM

Thank you! You put a smile on my face, CayCay:) Do try paratha bread, you'll enjoy it. Sorry I made you work too hard:) ~ Warm regards // paul

Anne-Lise Andresen

November 26, 2016 at 5:16 PM

- Lovely memories, great written Paul - Best wishes for a peaceful weekend :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

November 27, 2016 at 12:59 PM

Thank you for reading and liking, Anne-Lise. Hope you're having a lovely day:) Hugs // paul

November 26, 2016 at 5:15 PM

Remarkable Paul...one is just as good too

November 27, 2016 at 12:58 PM

Thank you, Tim. All the best....paul

Charmaine Chircop

November 26, 2016 at 3:14 PM

WoW...Exceptional...Favouring these...Awesome..The third myfave.

November 26, 2016 at 3:59 PM

I love your reaction, Charm...thank you!! The 3rd one is also my fave. Regards // paul

November 26, 2016 at 2:35 PM

A memory of when I lodged at a house owned by a Pakistani couple...a house near the train station. It was the first time I went to England, aged 22. ~ paul

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