Trainpain - a poem
April 12th, 2006
Train
Every day I meet you
in the Caterham train
I’m from Victoria
And you - from Rayners Lane?
I secretly admire you
I think you’re very nice
You haven’t really noticed
So how to break the ice
It’s been like this for weeks now
Can’t find the words to say
The few times that you looked at me
I blushed and looked away
One day I want to tell you
That I would like to meet
But not today, your station’s here
We are at Thornton Heath
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(Notes: The events and characters depicted in this poem are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental … Or is it ?)
April 12th, 2006 at 07:06
What a wonderful poem. And, hey, why don’t you break the ice by asking if he (or she?) has ever seen the elephant on the underground? http://www.animalsontheunderground.com/bird.html
April 12th, 2006 at 07:48
If you don’t mind, I decide for myself whether it is fiction or not… ;-)
April 12th, 2006 at 08:04
Nice meter!
April 12th, 2006 at 10:14
@Zazz - thank you and that is a very cool website ! I will have to have a good look at that one !
@Anne :-)
@Yak : where ?
April 12th, 2006 at 15:32
Meter as in: ‘The measured arrangement of words in poetry, as by accentual rhythm, syllabic quantity, or the number of syllables in a line.’
April 12th, 2006 at 16:25
@yak : Well, don’t think that I have given that a thought at all while writing this one, much too complicated for my brains :-)
August 31st, 2006 at 23:18
My first proper girlfriend lived in Thornton Heath.