Stationary Glance
09.17.09
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Staring at the dark sky,
on a train above the ground.
The steady rumbling of wheels turn,
as motionless statues – abound.
The wet glass doors contain,
fragile energies from escaping.
A wish for the cool breeze,
to stay within this awesome thumping.
I focus on writing while I listen,
to the silent music in my ears.
Whisper soft conversations,
of tired folks adhere.
At last the doors open,
like a tight embrace – released.
I stand in silent reminisce,
this poem created – a subtle piece.
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Gayahin ko un nangyayari sa ibang blog. Try ko lang ha. Kasi I’m not sure. Here goes:
“First base! Naka base ba ako, Doc Z? lols”
About the poem. Di ko mahuli ang dating nung poem sa akin. I felt something brush against my skin. But it’s very fleeting. I looked at it and then it’s gone! I’d be back to read it again.
Ahahaha. Tama nga. Naka- base pala ako. Woo hoo!
Ooops, sorry, di ko po intention maglaro dito. Excited lang po. Ahehehe. Don’t ask me yet about the poem. Pinapakuluan pa lang sa kasalukuyan.
You have written this piece of poetry whilst on a train…I think the image which that paints in one’s head is the gist of this poem, itself!
Romantic. Is what it becomes upon reaching that picture painted in the head…
Thanks C!
I was rushing my keypad because I was about to reach my station. Good thing I made it too. Unfortunately, the mood of the weather changed and poured out its anguish on the ground.
Z
Jan,
That sounds familiar. Kilala ko ba yung gumagawa ng ganun? LOL
Z
Time first! Nakakuha ka nga ng base Jan. Okay lang, nageenjoy naman ako sa mga comments dito sa mga poems ko e.
Z