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Catching A Train

Were you left wanting, were you awaiting
Some unseen train that never came
A ghostly ticket with her name
Imprinted it never relented like a moment made
Of sheer paradise of humbling pain
Now you mumble like a mummy once rapt
In shrouds of anaesthestic stumbling humbly
Across the plain as Day when it's that way
You paid for play reaping before the planting
Leaping for the skies her arctic eyes
Where Winter's found, the Summer round
As well, a carousel a subway car underground
Without a sound or whisper of a hint
Only memories lining up to catch the Morning~




Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-07-10 at 20:56

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
This is beautiful writing.
Ashe
2017-07-11


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, Chaucer.
Ken
2017-07-10