..
Click, clack,
the world turns black
outside our windows.
The lights are elegant
neon streamers
u n r a v e l i n g
behind.
Here’s your head on my
shoulder, and the sway
of the tracks that
wanders us back
to the way
he would
smile.
..
Björn‘s ‘railroading’ us into writing one more today over at dVerse.
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Oh I love how you used the wording of those railroads that actually tell a completely different story… truly wonderful
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This is absolutely breathtaking verse De ❤ ❤
So much here to read between the lines (no pun intended) 🙂
Really like how you connect the train and travel to memory… of the route of memory. Nice job.
I would love to get into your kind of train De ~ Love the sound of click clack (like a stolen clock) 🙂
I felt the rhythm of the train, De. Now I’m sleepy.
I love the feel of your nostalgic train ride.
Love the destination 🙂
This is so, so beautiful, De.
This is my favorite part:
“The lights are elegant neonstreamers”
And “behind” on its own line made me giggle.
Love the rhythm!
“Wanders us back to the way he would smile” – what a wonderful phrase!