woman on the train

woman on the train

A Poem by An Ordinary Woman

Happy to be happy now ...but was not always...hence these old words.


I am the woman on the train
going far from here
searching for certain solitude
that I cannot find here,
Not laying in your arms,
or sitting across a quiet table,
not in a car ride to town,
or countless hours playing
this lonesome guitar
that wails into the night
and sticks in my dreams
until fingers ache,
calloused and sore
like me.

© 2016 An Ordinary Woman

Author's Note

An Ordinary Woman
written some time ago, this poem surfaced while going thru some old things sooo I thought I would share it.

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The believability seeps into the somber trip of life.


Posted 11 Months Ago

I love finding old poems and resurrecting them, giving them new life and a receptive audience. I really like how this one unravels...thank you for sharing it!

Posted 1 Year Ago

A change of scenery and hopefully a life. For an ordinary woman, you sure are good. :)

Posted 1 Year Ago

seasons of the heart...the first time i took a slow boat to China, i got all the way to the end of the driveway...

Posted 2 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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2 Years Ago

I recall something similar only on a smaller call...but still. I can't thank you enough for dropping.. read more

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Added on July 7, 2016
Last Updated on July 7, 2016


An Ordinary Woman
An Ordinary Woman


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