Wanderlust

Beyond my window, distant steel trains whistle by,

Gleaming with the promise of a hasty flight

Into the horizon.

Locomotives faster than a fluttering moth’s wing,

I am liberated, knowledgeable in the miles upon miles

Of glittering track in each and every direction.

Fiery sparks of Wanderlust;

A spontaneous desire to travel,

To see the sun-drenched Spanish shores,

The graceful Parisian architecture, the entombed mysteries

Of the Orient East.

The west-blowing wind delivers the beckoning sound

Of rattling rails and animates these four walls

With the earth’s vibrations.

It shares in my sense of eager anticipation

And longing.

Reviews

[Wolfwind]

Oh, this piece make me miss not living next to train tracks. The words resonate with that sound of movement and motion to points elsewhere, to journeys yet to be made. I really loved the feeling this leaves as it indeed brings us to long for that freedom of other places.

Great Ink!
Aaron

[Sarah Conder]

Thank you Aaron :)

[Steve]

I love the space between lines since it makes it easier to read and enjoy. Im glad you do that. I also like how your writing is deep and potentially makes it a practice to read and reread your stuff like a good movie.

[Sarah Conder]

Oh, thank you :)

[Steve]

You are welcome.

[Stella Armour]

Hello "my lovely",
your work is really good and i am enjoying reading it.. i could certainly feel the wanderlust here and i could hear once again the old steam trains whistling along the track..

[Sarah Conder]

Thank you :)

[GHK4]

This poem brings back memories of when I traveled by freight train. The freedom I once had and the things I once experienced. Very moving for me. Almost made me want to do it again.

[Dean]

Totally with you here. My bags are already packed! Nice one, Sarah.