Highway Town

Remember how we rode the bus
From Kathmandu to Darjeeling
It was a two day's drive
You pointed out to me the towns
We passed by in our pilgrimage
And how fickle they seemed
I asked you what you meant by that
I'd never heard a town described
As fickle once before
It must be lonely you replied
To live in towns by a highway
Stuck in between journeys
You blink once and they're gone

Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2018-10-02 at 05:15

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An interesting thought, well-executed and well-writ. Bravo!


Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
I think I'm going to bookmark this one. Excellent work.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Interesting; the people in those towns probably feel the same way about those going past.

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
In the US, we call many of these towns, "whistle stops," from the time when there were railroads and the train would only whistle as it passed, without stopping unless they could see someone waiting at the one outdoor station, or if the occasional passenger might be getting off there. Otherwise, the train didn't stop, thus, "whistle stop."
Now, I guess they are Highway Towns, and they are sad indeed. I like to let my imagination fly loose when going by them, looking at the houses and wondering who lives in them. I also think they are sad.
I enjoyed the poem and the melancholy memories it brought.