Liverpool again

Today I'm travelling further
since the pandemic started
than I have travelled recently
that pleasure long departed
But later Liverpool I'll see
again and better still
two good friends I have sorely missed
again to see I will
It'll take me six hours on the train
but I have all I need
good music to look forward to
and several books to read

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Commuting again

Tomorrow I'm back in London again
commuting up there on the train
leaving at dawn when no-one's about
travelling daily again
There's a bit of excitement but also a doubt
as Covid has not left us yet
but I'm boostered and jabbed and protecting myself
so I've really no reason to fret

Travelling again

Last week I braved the train because I had to
and it wasn't all that nice
seemed the people had forgotten
and were content to pay the price

But today was a different matter
and I felt more at ease
travelling in for pleasure
with just myself to please

Normality

It's a first for me today
no trains for quite time
not since the first lockdown
have I braved the ridden line

And yet today to Worthing
I must venture yet again
for my first day in an office
and a journey on a train

Twenty Hours

I’m on a train to Yorkshire
in bright sunshine for the day
Left when dawn was breaking
as it’s many miles away
Just shy of twenty hours
this working day for me
From the South Coast and then back again
by midnight hopefully

See The Train? Cling-Clang

 

 

 

See The Train?

Cling-Clang (title)

I Hear a Train!

 

clip-art photo

 

I Hear a Train! (title)

Homeward Bound

As stations go, the Lime Street one
here in Liverpool
is rather nice and will I’m sure
make some people drool
Architects and engineers and
railway history buffs
Will, weak of knee, pontificate
about minutiae stuff

Snapshot

Once more I am waiting
on a station, it’s dark
It’s been a long day
and I was up with the lark

Trespassers, delay and rhyme

Waiting for a railway train
to take me to my home
I’ll sit and write a poem
on the station on my own
It’s peaceful here, conducive
to find a little rhyme
and scribble down a verse or two
line by line by line

Fading Picture of an Unknown Beggar Girl

Fading Picture of an Unknown Beggar Girl was first published in my blogsite fleetingmuse.wordpress.com in December, 2015

 

Settling down on my seat,

For the long journey ahead to my college town,

With a book in my hand

To drown the hustle and bustle of passengers,

All along the platform, up and down.

Into the sun

I’m heading east to Essex
It’s very wet out there
There are raindrops on the window
But I don’t at present care
For I am warm and dry
On a quiet commuter train
On my way to Southend Central
Quite protected from the rain

At Your Side

FreeImages.com/Steve Knight

The whistle screams the hour for you to go.
There’s one last word to whisper, here, to you.
Your tears well up in eyes so sad and low.
My leaden heart stops, short, my every move.
I breathe a shiv’ry breath and take your hand,

Delays

Stuck on a train at East Croydon
We’re moving at one mile an hour
Looks like I’m going to be rather late
for my seminar in Euston Tower

Fourteen hours

Five thirty in the morning
and I’m out and on my way
It is cold and pretty brittle
at this early time of day
On a train that’s bound for London
warm and cosy here inside
Though my journey takes me northward
to West Yorkshire there I ride

Track To Kindness

The poem pierces the night
a whistle that rounds the track
awakening the memory of
what not yet has happened

Train a-trundles

Train a-trundles daily
inland from the sea
cross a river, through the fields
familiar to me
A journey I know all too well
although it differs every day
as the scenery  changes
when the weather has its say

The window and the rainbow

Saw a rainbow through the window
travelling on a train
Huge black clouds behind it
bringing lots of rain

Thank goodness for i-Pods

 

I have six hours of travelling
to the North East again
As I’m bound for Newcastle
on a Virgin fast train

I’ll pass the time writing
a poem or two
Or watch the world passing
outside, like you do

Beeching’s Blunder II

 

Caught the train as usual
but travelled back in time
The years slipped by like miles
along the Horsham line
The steeped and cut embankment
rebuilt and clear again
As clattering past the Shoreham points
sped my old steam train

Cancelled

And yet again another train
gets cancelled as I leave
It’s becoming quite a habit
And I’m feeling a bit peeved

Telford

 

I quite like travelling
But sometimes it’s a chore
Especially when your working day
Is eighteen hours or more

Four thirty five AM

Four thirty-five in the morning
Everyone still fast asleep
But I’m up and awake and ready to go
As I have an appointment to keep

Going Home

Clocks ticking, alarms bleeping
Coats and jackets dressing, bags packing.
Cheery goodbyes and “see you tomorrows”
It’s time for the journey home.

Heels tap, tapping,
Feel the air rushing,
To the tube, walking,
Commuters hurrying,
We’re on our journey home.

A Station Bench

Empty station. A train from the City leaving.
Not a soul is there. Just you and me.
Arm in arm and hand in hand,
We weave our way to the other platform.

Train A Child

Just short thoughts on child rearing…

Teach them to clean and also cook
Help them show kindness and care
Take time to learn who they can be
Make a life they’re proud to share.

Train Haiku

Steel clank, rock rumble,

Slow, gentle, swing motion, ~screech!

 Halt! get down! station.

© Apurva

Tetractys: Trains

Poetry challenge: Tetractys.

Trains

Whizz past

Bringing joy

Day in, day out

To melt hearts, feel love from distance come near