The trip

The early start
the silent hour
the wind outside a-moan
The ticking clock
the coffee hot
the time to leave from home

The coat so warm
the wind so cold
the sleep still in my eyes
The red eye train
the comfy seat
the long trip, no surprise

The journey north
the many miles
the place far up the track
The working and
the waiting for
the train to take me back

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

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Travelling West

It’s dark outside, this early hour
the night is not yet done
Yet I’ve been up for quite some time
For me the morning’s come

Ahead for several hours
a journey beckons me
Travelling down to Cardiff
from Sussex by the sea

It’ll take me seven hours by train
via London first, quite slow
Then cross country down into the West
from Paddington I’ll go

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Photo – the Paddington Bear statue – Paddington Station, West London – Jempics

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

But for most its hallowed arches
and Victorian splendour will
be lost within the purpose
that its innards do fulfil
As, like me on this cold morning
a train inside is found
with the sole and special purpose
to take me homeward bound

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Photo – the frontage of Liverpool’s Lime Street station – Jempics

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

There’s a train in the distance
to take me back home
so I caught its arrival
right there on my phone

Insignificant? Yes
A small chunk of life
but it’s taking me back
to my dog and my wife

And I’m grateful for that
as small things like this
bring me a little more
joy and some bliss

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Photo – Jempics

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

My train arrives, I find a seat
but at the station here we stay
The tannoy tells us trespassers
ahead are causing fray
They’re up there messing on the track
some way up ahead
So I’m not heading homeward now
Stuck right here instead

The conductor’s walking up and down
keeping us informed
But it looks as though we may be here
a while, we have been warned
Still, looking on the brighter side
As things could of course be worse
It means that I can finish off
this witty little verse

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Photo – a deserted Durrington-on-Sea station, Sussex, UK – Jempics

[PS – I did eventually get home – took over two hours though]

Rhythm of the rails

Rhythm of the rails
strikes a resonant chord
Music for the morning
and the commuter hoard
Newspapers folded
Tablets fired up
with caffeine boosters
from paper cup
Gathering momentum
into the Weald
Heading for London
through Sussex field

Distorted, the tannoy
every once in a while
interrupts with a word
for a frown or a smile
And cocooned within
the journey begun
We listen and roll
to the clatter and thrum
But the words like the rhythm
(if only they knew)
is only heard here
by the still awake few

For this is eclectic
ethereal, rare
with the tune heard only
by those with a care
Rhythm of rails though
has a place in my heart
for I’m attuned to the music
which I heard from the start
And it soothes as I listen
and tap along to the beat
with the clatter and thrum
from my window seat

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Photo – Jempics

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

And in the sky above me
A brightness has begun
So when I reach my destination
I may well see the sun

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Photo – Rain through the window of a C2C train in Essex, UK – Jempics

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