There is another train, mummy!
– Yes, there is. But it is not our train.
– Why is it going, then?
Tag: poetry
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Conversation overheard at the train station
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Summer Day
Dried tears of rain
streaking the window.
Tired late train
slogging through the dusty landscape.
Long summer day
dragging into the past,
unheeded. -
Snide comment
Oh, if the world made sense!
Unfortunately, my wishes
in the survival race
go, sleep with the fishes.
Our present form
is but a crude romance
of survivable norm
and insensible chance. -
Tsuren’s Sonnet
Like wilted leaf it falls upon my soul –
this day that wearied me before its start:
interminably slow as a whole,
unmemorably fast in every part…
This day is full of empty conversations,
of actions I repeat without thought,
of petty, unimportant irritations
that cause no pain, of deeds that come to nought.
But in the evening burning leaves begin
to raise the flames to empty skies, like prayers.
I smell the acrid smoke through my skin
with clarity and sharpness of nightmares.
Contorted, twisted, dry, as black as coal,
the burning autumn leaves subsume my soul.