You've captured a hardened memory in me of that invisible tide of daily living- catching the bus to school, the train to work. The isolated connection in the Commute! I've lived in so many different cities - yet my sense of it was all the same. A sense I could never quite capture except as a form of melancholy. But I was wrong in labeling it so. It was instead a defiance against entropy. Your poem just unraveled all of that twisted emotion in me. So thank you :)
Awesomeness.
I contemplate it all—
whether to throw myself in front of the delayed bullet.
Alas, I restrain.
A wonderful specimen of one of my favorite genres: The world-observed-from-a-train poem.
Better from a train than under a train...
I thank you
Perfection.
High praise!
You've captured a hardened memory in me of that invisible tide of daily living- catching the bus to school, the train to work. The isolated connection in the Commute! I've lived in so many different cities - yet my sense of it was all the same. A sense I could never quite capture except as a form of melancholy. But I was wrong in labeling it so. It was instead a defiance against entropy. Your poem just unraveled all of that twisted emotion in me. So thank you :)
Melancholy wistfulness is my bullseye. Thank you for the lovely reply.
Beautiful.
Thank you
What resonated or did you like about this one? :)