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Tired of riding this no-where train
can't you see, I need to keep moving
there's a song playing after the rain
clickety-clack out the window pane
sometimes, life can be confusing
tired of riding this no-where train
let's sip some pink champagne
change the track, to our choosing
there's a song playing after the rain
singing about life's sweetest
refrain
the rhythm and rhyme are soothing
tired of riding this nowhere train
love, is something I can't
explain
days are lighter, the tunes improving
there's a song playing after the rain
who knows how much time remains
spring wonders will be blooming
tired of riding this nowhere train
there's a song playing after the rain
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author's note: The hook for this came to
me on my afternoon walk, I could hear
the train on the nearby tracks.
"there's a song playing after the rain."
ReplyDeleteThe rhythm of this poem is like the clickety clack of the train. I rode trains when I was a child. It used to be affordable. Now too expensive. Hw I would love to go on a long train ride through the Rockies or along the west coast. While I read your poem, I did, for a moment. Smiles.
ReplyDeleteOh i could sing the poem before or after the rain. Doesn't matter.
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by to read mine
Much love...
Beautiful, very nicely done, lovely mood and feeling..
ReplyDelete'Nowhere train' and 'a song playing after the rain' ...the words will remain with me for long
ReplyDeleteBeautifully and tenderly plaintive True. Who does know what time remains! Wonderful my friend…
ReplyDeleteI love the concept of a 'nowhere train' ~ that's so creative!
ReplyDeleteSincerely,
David [ben Alexander]
I love the musicality of this, and the sense of hope hidden behind the clouds. Spring is on the way!
ReplyDeleteThat nowhere train will soon have a better view.
ReplyDeleteRiding the "nowhere train" so aptly describes the journey of homeless living under highway overpasses. You left us with hope, however! Thank you for that.
ReplyDeleteThis nowhere train works truly as a metaphor for life itself under the burden of depression. Great form to express it in.
ReplyDeleteGreat wrap-up on this one. Love riding the train.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, especially the last stanza!
ReplyDeleteStunning poetry, True! A song plays after the rain ~ always.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely - life Can be confusing, knowing spring is around the corner gives us hope.
ReplyDeleteWe're all listening for that song.
ReplyDelete"A song plays after the rain" - How beautiful, Tru!
ReplyDeleteI felt like I was riding on that train.