Sunday, April 25, 2010

NaPoWriMo #25

(Photo credit)

train tracks

The train station is lit
by a series of bare lightbulbs,
casting a toxic green glow
down onto the semicircular tunnel.
Under the glare of the lights,
the train tracks are black-

weary of thousands of wheels
churning out their life stories on
frustrated tracks overflowing with
too many secrets. Early morning
commuters huddle under faint
directional signs, waiting for

a train, their passport through
holes of darkness to
French caf├ęs and crisp bakeries
and small musty bookstores,
the shelves crammed with poetry books
full of train tracks that no one will read.

My inspiration for this poem came from here.

2 comments:

Malbebe said...

Great poem! I felt like I was in the poem once again.

Milli said...

Great poem! It's really mysterious and...awesome;]