I dream of travelling again by train,
to watch the countryside flow idly by
and change from day to night, from sun to rain:
expansive forests, rivers, changing sky
in slow procession past my window – I,
according to the mood and hour, to rest
or read a while, eat lunch, or watch the best
the landscape offers, and at length the sea
across a little distance; then at last
arrival … and reunion, you and me!
A dizain for dVerse.
Charming Rosemary… :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Rob. Glad you like.
DeleteBesutificious and delicious. Thanks. Xo, Selma Martin
ReplyDeleteAnd thanks to you for the kind comments.
DeleteI think this form is very suitable for enjambment. Great write. 👏
ReplyDeleteThank you; yes it does seem to work well.
DeleteA train journey is such a civilised way to travel, Rosemary, we travelled across Australia from Perth to Melbourne in 1968, when that journey consisted of four different gauges and railways... Well captured!
ReplyDeleteIt is indeed my favourite way to travel. Yet most of my journeys in Australia, and elsewhere, have been by car or plane.
DeleteI love travelling by train... but alas so many trainlines have been lacking any service and are now coming apart when we need them the most.
ReplyDeleteOh, that's sad.
DeleteI find this poem beautiful and deep.
ReplyDeleteWe are all traveling on a metaphorical train, passing through various stages of life—some eye-opening, some tear-flowing, and some breathtaking. It’s best to embrace the journey until we reach our destination and the reunion takes place.
Thank you! I'm so glad you picked up on the metaphor. I deliberately didn't emphasise it at all, but it is there intentionally.
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