Saturday, 11 April 2015

 
 
 
 
Parting At Heathrow Airport
 
 
Those sunlit clouds
 
away beyond the wire and concrete hills
 
remind me that you're out there still, that we
 
who overlay the bones of time
 
with dreams
 
will always meet again
 
 
 
 
 
 
Parting at St Pancras Station (1998)
 
 
iron
 
and its monstrous sweep
 
defining emptiness
 
 
 
the echoed
 
throb, roar
 
of voices, sliding feet
 
to dim glass
 
 
against the sky's
 
gape
 
February winds
 
on empty platforms
 
 
coal, diesel
 
not in words
 
the cold
 
absolute reality of things
 
 
 
  
 


5 comments:

  1. Beautiful, poignant, moving. I feel the wistful thoughts, Pedro xx

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  2. Thanks so much dear Val and Koos. You always understand and I so appreciate your comments and support.

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  3. Parting is such sweet sorrow... Oh wait. I think somebody already used that! Anyway, loved your poem. Very, umm, poetic! heheh
    If this shows up twice, I'm sorry.

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  4. As many times as you like, Hap. I'm glad you liked it, amigo, and thanks for commenting.

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