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clutching tightly
as the last of the warmth slides away
and
cold the cup
now filled with the sound that
has no fury.
Not a sound
that
can be heard and understood
but sound.
Fury
perhaps lost
in a momentary
lapse
failing to produce a ticket
as the conductor
walks the train.
All aboard
the empty cup
that holds warmth no more.
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Question of
This is a very old poem, is it more than 10 years old?
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Question of
Tell me what you think it is about in the comments, please?
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I did not know anything about this poem. There is a Bulgarian song mentioning an empty glass. We can always fill it with something we love, warm our hearts.
I’ve been thinking about it for some minutes.
It reminds me of death. Cold and empty, like a cup.
The train made this sort of analogy clearer to me.
love that – you are so right. thank you!!!
Leaves me feeling sad and holding an empty cup. Life is full of ups and downs, even on a train.
you are spot on Carol, ups and downs!
I’m not sure if I know this song, my friend … who is sings it?
I wrote this poem more than 25 years ago. It was in a very hard time for me.
As I see you are also poetry talent, dear friend … very nice text
I spent a lot of time writing poetry when I was young. Stopped when I had children and recently have tried again.
I wonderful poem that made think of the old days when steam engine trains rolled along the tracks.
🙂 it comes from a time of ups and downs when the train away from where I was seemed in fact to be the best place to be.