It takes a train to cry

ah lovely Kasai such a poignant love you've so beautifully described here..

love Crim

Thanks,Crim,such a sweet lady...

all the way to nowhere, it's only meant for lovers ~

almost too beautiful even for poetry, Kas...

Yes,John,all the way to nowhere.
Thank you for such pretty words....

Very much enjoyed this write! Fascinating expression of love with interesting imagery, stealing passion in the darkness on a runaway train. But as Dylan warned, "don't come crying to me if your train gets lost"
JJ

So glad you enjoyed it!
Dylan knew all about that train,inspration at its best.
Thanks for sharing your thoughts....

Lady Kasai ... always a pleasure to read your contemporary pieces of noir ... trains, they`re always moving forward which makes them intriguing even in poetry & love ... ~xo, Devlin.

I always enjoy your thoughtful words,I truly appreciate them.
Something so inspiring about a train in the night.
Thanks for the lovely comment,Devlin...

I love that final couplet, Kasai.
All aboard all or nothing.

Thank you,Ahavati,all aboard indeed...

I've never ridden on a train but I have this image in my mind of a thing in perpetual motion with momentary pauses. This is a beautiful write, hopeful and sad at the same time.  :)

Nothin like a train ride,a gentle rocking sway,the clickety-clack....

Thanks for reading,Willow. I truly enjoy your kind thoughts.

I enjoyed the read Kasai and I know that feeling...

Such a wonderful feeling,it is
Thanks for reading...

Thanks for that,very kind of you to stop and read...

Thanks,I appreciate the sharing of your thoughts,
Glad you enjoyed

Kasai, luv ~

This poem intrigues me. Beyond bearing almost. Tis such a grouping of conundrums, gorgeously laid upon the page.

I sit and ponder, ruminate over this poem. Your writing is stark, glorious, powerful, contradictory...

Here:

This room of rambling thoughts is devoid of all comfort
Much like the space where my heart used to be
The heart I gave you for safekeeping and you hold it close
Keeping it guarded like a wild starling in the palms
Of your rough hands; hands much too gentle for a soldier

There seems an apparent contradiction: devoid of comfort - much like the space where my heart used to be...yet, yet, yet to me your next words belie this indicating a heart well-guarded, cared for, nurtured by gentle (though rough hands) and those rough hands belong to one quite capable of guarding, ne c'est pas? :-*

Nonetheless, this path is not easy nor without agony for tis a forbidden love, mayhap...

For whatever reason


The chiming nights are dark and heavy,an unfamiliar city
Floods my ringing ears with painful intrusiveness
I run to you. I seek solace in your words,but I cannot reach them
So I capture them in plain white boxes,stained with edges of blue
I hide my tears so you cannot see the salty trails upon my cheek

We speak of the pain of an iniquitous world and taste of its tender mercies
The saddened moan of a distant train rumbles through the valley
I'll wait for you there,on the midnight train to nowhere
We surrender to the gentle sway of a journey not meant to be
Hand in hand we find a hidden place where light is forbidden


Ahhh, luv, you write an utterly exquisite poem... :-*

I am honored by such a beautiful comment,Savaja. It's nice to see you in my pages.
Thak you so much for stopping in...

One of my favorite Dylan song titles
I use it often in speech
First time I'm reading you, will certainly be back for more ....

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Thanks,looking forward to it...

Thanks so much,glad you liked it.
Nice to see new poets in my pages...

Thanks so much,it's nice to see new poets stopping in to read.
I appreciate your thoughts...

We speak of the pain of an iniquitous world and taste of its tender mercies ....love that line!

Thank you, glad you came to take a look...