woman on the train

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.

Author's Note

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

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I love this one, my poetic friend. I don't know where so many of my old friends have gone but I miss them all. I just wrote a new song on my guitar this morning in tribute to Blaze Foley. I've been playing so long that my fingers never ache anymore though. Sometimes I'd like to get on a train and just ride the rails anywhere away from here. This poem was so relatable and eloquent. Thank you for sharing you extraordinary talents with us. Blessings of peace, love and light. F.

[Writergurl]

This is wonderful, i play a guitar I know the feelings you are talking about. awesome write

[Donald Cole]

The vast loud silence of solitude....

[Donald Cole]

Searching for solitude........ I can relate. No solitude even when I'm alone

[Unspoken poet]

WOW! This is simply amazing, I really like this write

[Alfred Kukitz]

The believability seeps into the somber trip of life.

Regards,
Al

[Kelly Scheppers]

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!

[Relic]

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

[Ed Hart]

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...

[An Ordinary Woman]

I recall something similar only on a smaller call...but still. I can't thank you enough for dropping by!
*Big Grins*