Paige Hind Poet Free verse

Turn Back Train

tonight's last train outside of home
window seat catches my skin when raining
there's steel under the glass
in my chair, I breathe a knot

wheels on railroad tracks 
their creaking takes me the wrong way
miles pass not only just by hours 

miles and miles of sky
dark slowly fades behind the moon
the last citylight goes off
still I never saw as the sun came up

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Zyrool Gifford April 19, 2026 at 4:12 AM Hello Paige, beautifully written. Sounds like a scary ride. Have a wonderful day my friend.

Kim Rodrigues April 15, 2026 at 10:54 PM wheels on railroad tracks their creaking takes me the wrong way… the last citylight goes off still I never saw as the sun came up…mysterious and a bit scary

Kai Michael Neumann April 13, 2026 at 1:04 AM Sounds a bit like life in itself. Kind wishes, Kai

sara Etgen-Baker April 6, 2026 at 5:16 PM engaging words and imagery...the flow made for a pleasant read. hugs, Sara

Yann Rolland March 31, 2026 at 3:50 AM loved your poem, very nice images and brilliant sonority, thanks poet

CayCay Godwin March 30, 2026 at 11:45 AM I've taken many trains though none since my twenties. Depending on the times of day, trains can arouse sentiments and emotions that are indeed poetic as though trains were a metaphor for something. I really enjoyed this, heard it, felt its motion, was a bit cold but I brought a sweater.

Yann Rolland March 28, 2026 at 3:29 PM i love taking train, with strangers makes forget everything and far, very nice poem, thanks

Victor Buhagiar March 28, 2026 at 2:58 AM In Malta we have no trains, but I used trains in Italy and London. A lovely poem, dear Paige.

Andrea Dietrich March 27, 2026 at 4:04 PM Great atmosphere and creation of night creeping onward

Valsa George March 27, 2026 at 9:18 AM A journey by train is always exciting. Through the window we can watch the receding landscape behind and the looming sky above.

Charlotte Puddifoot March 27, 2026 at 7:04 AM the amorphous quality of your writing i always enjoy & i loved this, very atmospheric...thx for your comment on my work :)

Ghairo Daniels March 26, 2026 at 10:29 PM Excellent metaphoric imagery, PH. You’ve woven so many different elements with miles and time. Steel & glass are good juxtapositions to use. This line has changed, has it not ? “still I never saw as the sun came up” to Now I see.. (Long train journeys do take us deep into subconscious. I wrote many poems on trains, then threw them through the window) Have a beautiful day, Paige.

I Am Anaya March 26, 2026 at 9:25 PM I sense you don't want to go any further, there is no home, only more vagabonding. You really stretched my imagination, dear Paige~

Nette Onclaud March 26, 2026 at 9:23 PM this sense of melancholia rouses all senses in a mellow way...a beauty this one, paige