my love is like the train
waiting at the station
where no one gets on.
my love is like the last
wilting bunch of flowers
left at the garage forecourt.
my love is like the broken egg
in springtime
left lying beneath the tree.
my love is like the party
waiting to begin
and no one comes.
my love locks the door
and takes the decorations down.
Oh Fanny Oxglove, I loved this. I wanted to have written the last lines.
Rachel
xxx
ps, hope you don't mind your new name? It made me think of a hedge witch! :)
A trainspotter writes: my only disappointment about this poem was that you did not continue the train theme in subsequent verses! What sort of line would your trains run on, Ann? Very scenic, of course, and with plenty of campaigners to make sure it was never threatened with closure
<Deleted User> (6895)
Sat 9th Jan 2010 09:19
Good morning,unloved little waif.I really love this poem.excellent.have no fear,dear Lady,people like yourself can rest assured you will always be loved.from one human being to another,I say MWOAH! (thats a friendly peck on the cheek,and inclusive of a great big warming hug.)so many blogs??? wrong! not nearly enough in my books.yes,I really love this poem.thank you so much-Stefanx
sorry for so many bloggs lately - it is the snow and I am trapped. Help! ;-)
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Jon
Sun 10th Jan 2010 22:37
Hi Ann,
Just to say I enjoyed this poem,and found it very moving,
Jonboy