Between Places

Reflections during hours spent on a coach journey

Arcing majestically,

The swooping curvilinear underside of a flyover,

Traversing the city, a battered sea of brick.

The final ebbing of saturated crimson band

Brings day to rest.

Pale rose wisps trail off, tune out.

 

Passing over,

An entanglement of half-processed thoughts

Kink and thread through a mind

Bare of light as twilight approaches.

Half-empty coach,

Chrome fittings lit by sinking afterglow.

 

Motion, transience,

A broadband picks up bluesy Hammond organ licks

Which are then lost, like

Coiling smoke from a stolen drag.

Dust smeared window

Finds dull echo in seat's cheap upholstery.

 

Unexpected beauty,

Of sweeping flyover, gliding line of bird's flight

In revolving field of vision, then gone.

A disconnected stream de-focuses and ebbs.

Caught between brief existence and whispered suggestion.

Nondescript hour

When Greyhound dreams fail.

Moments of scarlet and magenta promise interrupted,

Begotten in uninhabited times and places, then

Non-attention.

In journeys through endless limbo. 

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Arcing majestically,
The swooping curvilinear underside of a flyover,
Traversing the city, a battered sea of brick.
The final ebbing of saturated crimson band
Brings day to rest.
Pale rose wisps trail off, tune out.
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Arcing majestically,
Swooping curvilinear underside of a flyover,
Traverse the city, a battered sea of brick.
Final ebbing of saturated crimson band
Bring day to rest.
Pale rose wisps trail off, tune out.

Just seems the first stanza was missing something...I like the language you portray again here like the other I read...you have a certain theme to your work...