While Waiting For The Train #1

...the first in this series...

WHILE WAITING FOR THE TRAIN

She sat on the bench across from me,

blond-ish hair,

square, black rimmed glasses-

she was eating yogurt.

Wearing a red Phillies T

and worn jeans,

she sat with her legs crossed 

provocatively.

(At least it seemed so to me)

Her slightly tan skin

whispered of summer warmth.

The back pack resting by her side

suggested she was coming,

or going-

perhaps where

the air smelled clean,

like Lilacs and Irises.

^^^

She looked way too young,

at least half my age,

yet there was a mature gleam

in her brown eyes.

She had that look a -

“don’t f**k with me,

I’ll eat you for breakfast 

if you even dare try.”

Which, of course I found

instantly beautiful.

She was too - beautiful.

Not in that fake,

“dumb blond” way

or bourgeois display

found in those fashion zines

that tells us what beauty is supposed to be.

Rather, it was a beauty 

that flowed easily inside out,

exuded strength

and a “yes, I am all that”;

a confidence

we don’t see enough these days.

She was beautiful

and such beauty is a magnet

for all who really care to see.

^^^

But, who is she?

What is her name and story?

Does she like poetry

or other forms of art?

And what would she do

if I got up 

and showed her this poem?

^^^

Just then her train came;

she got up,

gave me a slight nod,

a seductive smile,

and I swear there was 

a wistful gleam in her eye.

She had noticed my writing

and now I am left with only

her mystery

and so many what ifs.....

redzone 4.19.09

Author's Note

thanks for reading..
I lived in Philly, Pa. before moving to NYC.. this actually happened one night on my way home...

Reviews

[escherflight]

Splendid. You bring it to life for us, make us part of it. We have seen the poem and she hasn't. love the clean air and irises and lilacs bit, and a 'beauty that flowed easily inside out'

[J.P. Bristow]

I loved this........I had a similar experience and I wrote a poem called train of thought.............funny what these moments can inspire. Well done.

[Matching Socks]

Omg I love it love it love it love it!!!!!!!!

Plus, I can totally relate, I ride the train an hour each way into the city.
So... It does happen. The looks, the smiles.

The fact that you may have gotten busted. Priceless, :)

[Frieda P]

Great imagery here Curt, I felt as though I was watching this scene unfold, ahhh.....the what ifs & if only's will always plague our hearts, no? We do mystery best, it's a luverly, albeit annoying, trait of ours. ;-)

[Lydia Shutter]

I could picture her there, Curt....sitting in her red Phillies tee shirt and comfy jeans. Provocative is in the eyes and mind of the beholder, is it not? When skin whispers of summer warmth, it is soooo seductive.....like a breath of lilacs and irises combined. She sounded like a Joisey girl to me...don't mess with one! :) The natural sort of beauty you describe so eloquently with your detailed imagery is not the norm these days, but when you see it, well, it can take your breath away. A mysterious lady to be sure....and one who will tiptoe through your mind playing hide and seek for a while. Curt, it is truly a pleasure to read your words again. Forever "nice!". I hope all is well with you. Happy Father's Day. Lydi**

[redzone]

I hear you about those Joisey girls, do they always break your heart??? Ha! Thanks for the father's day wishes ... I have always liked this poem and wanted to give both what she seemed like to me as well as how she actually appeared and she could have been from NJ because of the train she got on ... hmmm that would explain everything .. lol ... so good to hear from you Lydi hope you are doing good as well ...

[John Anderson]

I really like this and think you did a wonderful job

[s y e]

Oh my lord how amazing and romantic is this? Curt, you've blown me away with this poem. It is filled with romance!

// Her slightly tan skin
whispered of summer warmth.
The back pack resting by her side
suggested she was coming,
or going-
perhaps where
the air smelled clean,
like Lilacs and Irises. //

I loved this stanza, the wording and the imagery are just boss. And you tell me that I write good? You're freaking fandango!

[redzone]

OMG, noodle called me a "freak" er... I mean a "fandango" er.. I mean... see what happens Sye when you like one of my poems, I go fandango freaking crazy.. :-p

[s y e]

Bahahahaha, that's funny - You are crazy dude.

[~]

This is pretty damn cool... "don't f**k with me, I'll eat you for breakfast if you even dare try" Exactly the way I feel recently! Glad more girls are letting this side show now. I really like the glimpse inside a moment you experienced. I could see the woman in your mind and you told this very well.

[MsJewel]

I wonder what would have happened had she known she was an inspiration for such a beautiful poem...
Her slightly tan skin
whispered of summer warmth.
The back pack resting by her side
suggested she was coming,
or going-
perhaps where
the air smelled clean,
like Lilacs and Irises.
The images and feelings you create are lovely Curt. You are a romantic at heart. I love everything about this poem. My new favorite!
:) Julie

[redzone]

Thanks Julie, but I suspect you are still wearing those romantic shaded glasses. Ha.. . I am glad you think so though... ;0)