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The Train

 POTD 25 Nov 2020

Manage your Stress … a peeling faded poster boldly declares 
I do get it about advertising campaigns. 
Enough to know that,
‘strategically placed ads’ catching the eye, is huge. 
But this poster has seen better days ~
There’s nothing that screams out anymore.
So good luck with that! 
The ‘illuminated little screen’, 
holds higher precedence 
than one’s state of mind these days anyway.
Though, just to prove that some in the world, 
share more to the eye than fixed texts on small screens
I jot down the website. 

Grating metal to metal interaction, 
In its customary ten minutes late ~ ‘don’t care a hoot’ style -
the train screeches in. 

Beats me why they call it the 4:15 
when it always, ALWAYS gets in at 4:25

I shuffle forward. 
Shoulder to shoulder, limb to limb. 
I’m too hot and weary to care.
All I can think of is getting home
in time to cook dinner for the kids. 
What can I serve up tonight
That won’t be greeted with…
“Oh man, not this again”
The train, packed as always and no one looks up. Downturned faces Feigned indifference? Eye contact ... a thing of the past! I find myself wedged in between an intellectual looking young woman on my right, Student of Psychology or Bio Med Science? The young guy on my left is fast asleep Japanese most probably. They and ONLY THEY seem to have mastered the art of sleeping on their feet. The train lurches off with almost human like groans. Seems to be in a temperamental state lately ~ Menopause? My nostrils adjust to the assault of usual odours. Some nice, mixed with the not so nice, sweat, moist ~ who knows what? Wet dog? I settle in, brace myself, to the half hour stretch ahead The man behind me is standing close enough to moisten the back of my neck with his hot steamy breath. Was there ever a time when this old Rattler’s air conditioning worked? I glance at the Japanese man yes, very much in a deep sleep. Wondering if I too can adapt this method I close my eyes. The train gaining momentum - rounds a corner sharply - I fall backward into the man behind me. Before I can turn around to apologize, A hand comes out to steady me settling on my hipbone. Strangely enough it remains there And I let it
My heart races feeling something surreal a feeling I’ve never known to be so real. Intimate in this oddity I allow myself to stay, In an unspoken serenity relaxing back ever so gently time crawls to a halt as an old familiar fragrance assails me ~ Encapsulates me My senses in overdrive as embedded memories surface And hover back to that one day Boarding this very train Squeals of joy As cloudbursts unleased their rain Squeezing into one seat Wrists caressed and kissed Floating to that intimate space Sensual lips tasted Whispered promises elicited sparking bright eyes And blushing rosy face Softly against my ear a hum Our song Breathless on the high line Us ~ giggling teens fingers daring to trace burning paths through shredded threads in faded jeans The train hooted in joy as we sped through fields of wild flowers sparkling like diamonds with the fallen showers Through the rain splattered window Mesmerised by the candy coloured rainbow coy behind fairy floss clouds and shimmering sunbeams through love’s rose-coloured spectacles we gazed Independent to the confinement of time Enamoured in each other Audacious and unbridled joy lacing into a languageless connection no words dare define The thrill of First Love No high jacking of poetic sugar dusted expressions can possibly convey the experiential feeling that soars ~ way beyond words of it I feel if I tried It would, It possibly could, fall into overt descriptions that seem to have squeaky boots
I have this incessant need to turn around His steamy breath has caused little droplets of perspiration to run down my neck But before I do the train lurches forward then shudders to a grinding halt. My nose buries into a mouldy smelling brown suit in front. A voice muffled says something What??? Oh, my goodness! My stop??? Blinding tears surprise me at first, I rudely push past the other commuters. Before I step off, curiosity gets the better of me I can’t resist ~ I look back. He’s looking down at his mobile Smiling ~ perhaps humming to some old tune on You Tube? Ruddy faced and flushed middle aged and sweaty. His hand now stabilising himself on the person in front of him.
They say Time heals all wounds
Try telling that to a heart that has been shattered In a million fragments Try telling a heart in denial that dead men don’t wear cologne! Let alone hum tunes.
The deepest attachment is to your own way of thinking and feeling That’s where the trap is…
~ Sadh guru ~
POTD 25 Nov 2020

Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2020

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Date: 11/9/2021 1:58:00 PM

I haven't been in the soup for over a years Maria but I am certainly glad I stopped by for this masterpiece. Wow, what gift you have! I see its been a year since you posted a poem. Our loss. Hope you are well.
Date: 5/9/2021 5:03:00 AM

Yes! Quite entrancing, Maria, I know this feeling...jim
Date: 1/13/2021 7:18:00 AM

A fascinating stream of consciousness that had my attention gripped in this page turner of a creation. Impressive observation and writing, Maria.
Date: 12/12/2020 8:02:00 AM

I’m late to the party but glad I dropped by. Congrats on your well deserved honour.
Date: 11/29/2020 7:12:00 PM

Wonderful story, Maria; a great mix of romance and reality because as the reader rides that train with you we can feel the longing as memories and the desire for their return to reality mesh through the senses of touch and smell.Beautiful write and I loved the music. Congrats on POTD too.
Date: 11/26/2020 9:27:00 PM

Oh! My dear Maria.. you have penned a fabulous emotional journey of the heart, from the present to the past, and then back to the heartbreaking reveal at the end of your spectacular poem. I love how the train takes on the characteristics of the speaker, first with the reference to aging and menopause and then to the youthful exhilaration of first love.. your gifted pen and beautiful mind never cease to amaze me, my sweet soul sister. Your enchanting talent and the musical accompaniment chosen make for a superb poetic presentation. Congratulations for your wonderful and well-deserved POTD honors. A brilliant choice! Warmest wishes always, my inspiring poetry sister.. ~Susan
Date: 11/26/2020 7:21:00 PM

Oh my !! The emotions began falling upon my heart the moment I read that first word. As I was reading, I could feel her pain, the longing within- that sweet ache. "Try telling a heart in denial that dead men don’t wear cologne! Let alone hum tunes" This gave me chills, and I don't know why. The music video is very emotional too. Congratulations Maria, on Poem of the Day. This is beautiful and tender, all at the same time. Hugs, Brandy
Date: 11/26/2020 5:45:00 AM

Maria, what a fantastic write my dear friend. I actually commented on this yesterday but somehow it went to Joseph May (lol). There is so much to love about this...but my favorite part is about how the Japanese have mastered the art of sleeping while standing up..I LMAO when I read that...so true it be as I recall commuting and taking the subway into the NYC, we were packed like sardines. God Bless...hugs Charlie
Date: 11/26/2020 2:52:00 AM

Wow! Kudos on POTD my friend. A very deserving honor with this amazing work of art. Blessings xxoo
Date: 11/25/2020 10:04:00 PM

Beautiful nostalgic poetry in motion, Maria. Kudos on POTD. Well-deserved. Hope others enjoy eyeball eating this w/all of the stuffing and trimmings today. Happy Thanksgiving from USA. Love and smiles and smiles of joy forever.
Date: 11/25/2020 5:01:00 PM

Maria, what a journey on the train into long ago memories and back. Amazing writing, congratulations on POTD ~ John
Date: 11/25/2020 2:33:00 PM

Maria, congratulations on POTD with this beauty _Constance
Date: 11/25/2020 12:28:00 PM

Congratulations on receiving the p.o.t.d. award, dear Maria! You recount the train drive and encounter with a most capable pen; the memory and thrill of first love...so vivid; the sudden jolt back to reality... poetry at its very best. Also enjoyed the accompanying song. Hugs // paul
Date: 11/25/2020 9:56:00 AM

Maria A superb write! A train journey with you and a journey in to your mind!! brilliant! Congrats on your well deserved POTD!!
Date: 11/25/2020 9:21:00 AM

I knew this was going to be a poem of the day... Huge congrats my dear friend on your amazing POTD! xoxo
Date: 11/25/2020 8:55:00 AM

Congratulations on your POTD.
Date: 11/25/2020 8:43:00 AM

Congratulations on your POTD. ~~
Date: 11/25/2020 8:42:00 AM

Gobsmacked! Congratulations on Poem of the Day, Maria. A Fave for sure.
Date: 11/25/2020 8:18:00 AM

wow, I am rendered speechless by this . Total awe, xo Congrats . you delivered a star here, and its not even xmas. Love you Maria Williams.
Date: 11/25/2020 8:05:00 AM

Wonderfully-written and incredibly informative. Congrats on your POTD!
Date: 11/25/2020 7:17:00 AM

- Congratulations on your p.o.t.d., Maria :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
Date: 11/25/2020 7:01:00 AM

A train speeding on nostalgic tracks of love and heartbreak, Well written Maria, Congrats on POTD
Date: 11/25/2020 6:58:00 AM

Congratulations on your potd. Great write and a beautiful quote at the end. I can read Sadgurudev ji endlessly, pearls of wisdom. Enjoy your honour.
Date: 11/25/2020 6:41:00 AM

Congratulations Maria Williams on POTD...A very creative piece...
Date: 11/25/2020 6:11:00 AM

Congratulations Maria, on being awarded POTD awesome Narrative and great poem - wonderful story telling. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer.
Date: 11/25/2020 5:34:00 AM

Back with BIG congrats Maria on poem of the day. So well deserved--not surprised--I predicted it!
Date: 11/25/2020 4:19:00 AM

You inspire when you set your poetic fire! Congratulations on your POTD honour, dearest friend Maria! So happy to be here to share the joy of an earned recognition and acknowledgement of a great poetry! My warmest wishes. Love and hugs.
Date: 11/25/2020 3:30:00 AM

Just coming back to say congrats on your epic story getting POTD...
Date: 11/25/2020 12:57:00 AM

What an incredible journey you took us on Maria, I hope you are well. Congratulations on POTD. Tom
Date: 11/24/2020 5:30:00 PM

OMG, will there be a second part of this great storytelling? I was just looking for something to read and came across yours. You had me on a journey for sure. So awesome read :)
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