I remember
for less than a blink of an eye
a majestic V of forested slope
Far below it
A tiny stream
blue from the sky
Two low roofs
a yellow patch of
sun drenched beach
My fingers rasping across the wood
in a desperate effort
and
then I stood alone
in a cold and rain swept night
A ticket
*Good, when validated, for
one trip to Verna*
Behind it a date, gone,
long since, the ticket void,
punched in a pattern
of tiny holes
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 6:59 PM UTC
I remember
for less than a blink of an eye
a majestic V of forested slope
Far below it
A tiny stream
blue from the sky
Two low roofs
a yellow patch of
sun drenched beach
My fingers rasping across the wood
in a desperate effort
and
then I stood alone
in a cold and rain swept night
A ticket
*Good, when validated, for
one trip to Verna*
Behind it a date, gone,
long since, the ticket void,
punched in a pattern
of tiny holes
I read the story, "Of Missing Persons" by Jack Finney. A very similar read to "Atlas Shrugged" hence the title. I won't take credit for this poem, since I have used much of the story. But a beautiful write nonetheless. Wonderful day today. Better than most.. hope you had a good day too :)
