Sights from Speeding Trains

On distant days in quiet towns
While I sat with a café while
It rained outside. The sound of
A radio playing somewhere
In the distance. Writing and

Seeing songs of the street and
Deep puddles where rain
Pools. I on trains and walking with
Violent bursts of lightning
Overhead. The smell of it –
Rain in windows and feelings of

Cool and calmness in an attic
Room in Prague. Wood creaking and
Hearing the tick of time on cobble-stone
Streets that trip me up to the
Stairs in museums so hard to
Climb and the limp of feet sinking

In memories of backstreets and rivers
And such cold that I should have worn
Shoes not sandals but still the hurry
Off to new places and the throwing of
Rocks out of windows of speeding
Trains and seeing them land on

Sides of hills I know I have been
Up once but now it is gone
Away and the ripples of
Lost rocks in deep ponds and speeding on,
And on…

15 thoughts on “Sights from Speeding Trains

  1. annell4 September 4, 2016 / 4:02 pm

    …and on and on….nice write, I loved the journey.

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  2. thotpurge September 4, 2016 / 4:06 pm

    tick of time on cobble-stone Streets… what a great image that is against a cold, wet Prague night.. can see it and hear it!

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  3. Sherry Blue Sky September 4, 2016 / 5:00 pm

    Oh you took me there, on your travel, and the sense of haste, seeing all the new sights….now memories that linger on and on…….sigh. A lovely read.

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  4. Joon September 4, 2016 / 5:53 pm

    This is really good.

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  5. Myrna September 4, 2016 / 6:27 pm

    The older I get, the faster that train speeds by.
    Lovely write. Enjoyed.

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  6. jae rose September 4, 2016 / 6:47 pm

    How life does chug on like a speeding train – time muddles and puddles and ‘grown up’ thoughts think of shoes when our toes are cold and that’s what we remember of Prague… Oh to skim poetry stones..and let them remember and sing – just like this

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  7. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) September 4, 2016 / 7:19 pm

    This actually reminds me of my youth interrailing until I realized that I could never have gone to Prague then … (it was behind the iron curtain) but I do remember the rush and running between museums and through towns.

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  8. julian September 4, 2016 / 7:57 pm

    I enjoyed the imagery and sense of travel in this well penned poem.

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  9. magicofwordsblog September 4, 2016 / 8:06 pm

    Love this! The enjambment is wonderful. Great imagery and rhythm. There is something about trains that’s nostalgic and mystical. 🙂

    This is Loredana from my new blog, Magic of Words.

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  10. ayala September 4, 2016 / 11:35 pm

    Nostalgic and filled with beauty..

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  11. Rosemary Nissen-Wade September 5, 2016 / 7:56 am

    As time speeds on, and life becomes a series of haunting memories receding into the past.

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  12. oldegg September 5, 2016 / 11:22 am

    Each of us probably have stories and recollections like this. How beautifully you have painted your memory with these evocative scenes.

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  13. Rall September 5, 2016 / 2:21 pm

    For me this evokes the lonely times of travelling.I remember feeling like this when I use to travel. Prague on a wet night is beautifully depicted… ‘writing seeing songs of the street.’ There is always a current of gentleness running through your work like the purr of a well oiled engine:) Enjoyed this little piece of nostalgic whimsy .

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