The Station
Posted: Tuesday, October 20, 2009
by Kian Ultan Andrew
This is my attempt at 'something lighter'. It says more about my insides, than the outsides (surroundings) of my life.
This poem, I wrote whilst awaiting a train, in Zillmere , Queensland , Australia . It was a particularly hot day, and I just stopped. I listened, and watched the world go by around me. I just sat there with my pad, cleared my head and wrote.
This is what came out.
The Station
Sitting at the station, a hot wind blows the dust
Looking down the long straight rails, coated in their rust
Grass crops up through the stone, they make their lonely stand
The harshness of this place, the heat, the sun, the sand
Sitting at the station, a hot wind blows the dust
Looking down the long straight rails, coated in their rust
Grass crops up through the stone, they make their lonely stand
The harshness of this place, the heat, the sun, the sand
People moving slowly, in the stifling heat
Off to tend their business, people they will meet
Crows talk loudly to themselves, a language they understand
Sparrows chirping in the roof, a building, quietly stands
Home away from the rays, they flit from stay to stay
Keeping each other company, not lonely not today
Lover alights from a train, finds her lovers gaze
Embracing, a long moment, they vanish in the haze.
Copyright. K.Andrew. 13/10/09
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Top-level comments on this article: (2 total)You took the reader there and I enjoyed this read. Marijo (p[ronounced Mary Jo)Thank you so much, Maijo!It means a lot to me to get such feedback, it does keep me enthusiastic about my writing. It surprised me that this piece was so 'easy' to write, clearing my mind really did the trick. I have more and will add them as I go.Kind regards,Kian.
Very, very descriptive. I could almost feel the heat. Poems that just come to a person from observation are really the best.Thanks David,That means alot, I so wanted to use my imagination, instead I used my senses. I stopped for a moment, hey presto!
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