Through white lattice, out on the porch in August
Fog surrounds, rain dripping from oak leaves, plop
Dew-soaked silvery grass longs to wanderlust
But alas, 'tis stuck in the same whistlestop
Watching the world speed by under those cloudy skies
Wondering what lies on the bright side and applies
That human life which lives in denial's strife
When wanderlust flows in the veins of an oldwife
Oldwife- a prating old woman, a gossip
Categories:
whistlestop, today,
Form: Rispetto
Whistlestop
There used to be a train station here it was busy
and many came from the village to see who was leaving or arriving
that was ok; it is nice to wave goodbye or
welcoming a relative that has been away too long and might have
picked up big city manners.
Then the ghost of privatization came, and the line was closed, but
there is a bus arriving twice a day, but lack romance
bus travel is so common everybody facing one way and no stretching
and pacing in the hall.
The train station was sold off as a dwelling and the terminal a garden
where, as we speak, a tourist was told to leave
he was pacing waiting for the last train to take him home and to
the airport; he had waited for twenty years.
Not that the wife of the house minded, she was a good hearted woman,
as long as he stood still he kept birds away and she
didn`t have to take him in when it rained he had an umbrella and was
happy when she bought him leftovers – she didn`t like dogs-.
Then a twilight day it happened a train stopped the tourist boarded,
a whistle-stop you might say, the train never came back.
Categories:
whistlestop, absence, adventure, allah, anger,
Form: Blank verse
Woowhew....is the whistlestop,
our journey to slow
Christmas train revelries,
nearby choir they sing.....
Harkest as Angels
dawn morning noel
sweet blissfull voices
their story to tell....
"May peace be your only,
no wish and no dream
Holy,Holy,Holy....true wholly can be,
It starts in your heart,
and forever shall it last
fix the wheel of your cart
let it happen that fast....
Time created in part...relativity
to what you have learned
Christ consciousness nativity
the birth of a child,is your child-like within
here to bring hope,faith you can win
restore and remember,
allow time to be your friend
.....unthoughtful dismembers
use time for their ends.....
Holy,Holy,Holy....true wholly can be
forever let your vision...true eye too see...."
Categories:
whistlestop, faith, hope, seasons, time,
Form: Free verse
West wind in the tops of pines –
we’re just a whistlestop
for the afternoon express.
Categories:
whistlestop, introspection, nature, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
West wind in the treetops –
I’m just a whistlestop
for the afternoon express.
Categories:
whistlestop, introspection, life, nature,
Form: Haiku