It has become an abandoned village
peopled by only memories and ghosts.
The stubborn place where you are standing…
is only a waiting room…
whilst facing the wrong way.
There’s a train right Behind/In Front of you
steaming and a-whistling,
readying itself for departure.
You will not be here again… except in thought,
the next chapter begins elsewhere.
Wrap up your bindle with only necessities
and shoulder, once more, your travelling cloak.
‘Waving Goodbye’ and ‘Letting Go’
are harsh learning curves
with a deferred reward system…
aching and breaking to begin with…
later, strengthening your learning soul.
We are all but Pilgrims and Passengers
to The Clock, Seasons and the intricate,
inner-fluxing Emotional Landscapes.
The only ‘Roots’ we have are in our hearts…
the better to ‘Rover’ them safely around with us.
Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories, sketches and photography
published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids
instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight; this too may pass, yet.
Buy his book ‘Scribblings Of A Madman’ (Lit Fest Press) http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1943170096.