Friday 25 March 2011

The Night Train


Sitting here
On the night train
Rushing and hushing through the dark,
Leaving you behind.
Raindrops, like tribal markings,
Obscure my view
Upon the shadowed glass on which I sigh.
Dawn breaks, an apricot glow
Wraps around the horizon.
You lied
When you said I was your beginning
And your ending.
I made you the owner of my heart
As you held my hand in yours.
But time spells out the truth
And you were careless with my gift,
My heart.
The sun rises, bringing clarity
To sight and thoughts.
Staring at the passing trees, with leaves
Waving like Tibetan prayer flags,
I understand.
I only leant you my heart,
It's not yours to keep.
I'm going home.


Written by Angela Barton.
The Night Train won first place in a poetry competition with the theme of 'Clarity.'

10 comments:

  1. What a beautiful poem. Reflection whilst travelling can bring on very powerful emotions inspired by the scenery passing by :)

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  2. Thank you for visiting and leaving a comment Adam and Christine. Support means such a lot. xx

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  3. Congratulations....well deserved. Hugs x

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  4. That's a beautiful poem, Ange - I love the image of the night train and the 3rd last line about only lending you my heart...

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  5. Very nice! "Apricot glow" --I like that image. Beautiful and well done.

    Get ready for some stalking :)

    You are officially filed in the BEST DARN BLOGS EVER! folder.

    ~Angela

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  6. Well done, Ange. Love that last line,
    m xx

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  7. Thank you Pauline, you're always so supportive! : ) xx

    Thank you so much Rosemary. I'm so pleased you enjoyed it. I'm quite new to poetry! : )

    Wow, I'd be honoured if you'd stalk me Angela!!! Thank you also for filing me in your BDBE folder. That made me smile :D

    Hi Megan. Looking forward to catching up again. Thank you for calling by and leaving a comment. Your support means alot! : ) xx

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  8. I like particularly the bold strength displayed in the last stanza. Taking back the gift, like he/she never deserved it.

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  9. Thank you for reading and commenting JW. Here - have a double on me! *pours two fingers of JD*

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