The Train Home
First I his sandy hair
Then she his pinked cheek
Our eyes met for a blink
Hers toward morning
Mine the afternoon
It was some kin to sadness
We recognized
Face to face with love
So great it could crush the heart
posted by Berlinbound at 6:17 AM
8 Comments:
leaves me wanting to hear more:-)
Wow! This is beautiful.
Reminds me of a story by Julio Cortazar, of a man who falls in love with the reflection of a woman on the subway in Paris. Wow. Thank you.
I'm reading this over and over . . . a bit of beauty in my afternoon. Thanks -- and thanks for the well wishes on my blog. :)
Wow. Makes me want to know the story...
Carol
Is it HH's birthday?
Wonderful poetry, Richard.
lillian ... glad you liked it.
reya ... you're most welcome!
natasha ... and best to you! thanks for stopping in.
carol ... stay tuned carol - the story evolves...
cathy .. no, not a birthday - just a day out. and thanks, I'm glad you like it! thank you.
Oh - just read that piece a couple of times and now I have an ache in my chest.... a sort of sadness mixed with longing... Great blog - I know Koln well - miss it often.
Lynda ...
Thank you for stopping in ... I've enjoyed your blog.
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