#station
She waited for the train like the last ember of the Beloved’s fire at dusk,
carrying the weight of the world’s illusion
with the quiet dignity of one who walks the path unseen.
And I
yes, this mad lover, this dust of the earth
stood upon the platform, heart wide open,
eyes hungry for a single spark of That Light
which alone can silence the eternal ache of separation.
Then she appeared.
Red heels struck the stone like soft drum beats of remembrance,
a crimson shirt burning like the robe of the intoxicated,
her skirt swaying in the hidden rhythm of surrender,
her calves sculpted as if the Divine Sculptor Himself
had breathed upon marble and made it live
veins beneath the skin like azure rivers flowing from the Source.
For one trembling moment,
the cold station became a temple.
I wanted nothing from her
not a glance, not a word, not even her name
only this silent prayer rose from the ruins of my heart:
O Beloved of all beloveds,
carry her safely through the night.
Let her feet find rest from the long journey.
Pour upon her weary bones the wine of deep, healing sleep.
For without knowing it,
without a single word exchanged,
the Divine showed me Its Face in her passing,
and this wandering dervish
felt, for one holy instant,
less alone in the vast tavern of the world.
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 2:12 AM UTC
write at anytime of the 24 clock,
open all hours, no vacuum of vacations,
there is no quiet time exactitude set aside to write,
today’s scheduling begins when early rise up
to compose,
and ends just prior,
late bulb wattage yellow burning,
to depose,
my abbreviated rest, a permanence of
in’s~~ insufficiency inadequacy, but not infallibility (ha),
and
even as we dream seams of notions,
oceans of ideas, lakes of phrases, cosmosis emotions,
ok, ok, ok, yes, even, magical omen potions witnessing,
unjumbling the melt of “new” coinage and freshly minted,
I am, my emptied tanks, yet, forever re~re~charged to full on mode,
by you
5:15am
not my first poem of this day.,
Mon Mars 9 2026
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 5:22 AM UTC
Make an oath, then make mistakes
Start a streak you're bound to break
When darkness rolls on you
Push on through
Push on through
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 8:00 PM UTC
Poetry really doesn't fit reality here! Humans will be Humans! The very 1st space strike happened aboard Skylab. it was due to NASA not thinking like a Housewife! There were 3 missions with 3 separate sets of Astronauts and they were given a certain amount of time to complete their experiments. The first set had no trouble, except they didn't put anything away. Number one, they were Men. Number two they hadn't been granted enough time to do that! NASA wasn't thinking like those who do housekeeping and hadn't even considered THAT as being important! The second mission had a bit of trouble finding the supplies, but they managed. However by the time the third set of Astronauts got up there, it was chaos! They could not do what they were ordered to do in the given amount of time so soon were falling way behind, and being chastened by Ground Control for doing so! Finally, fed up, they refused to work at all until their demands for common sense were met! Soon after NASA voted to allow Women into the Space Program! Coincidence?
Oh what majesty is this
That happens right before my eyes!
What miracle indeed is this?
Mankind at last has reached the skies!
Shining high above the Earth
Floating in the sky so far,
Silent above a silent world;
Brand new, shiny, Man-made Star!
Like a newborn fledgling bird,
But floating there on Eagle's wings.
Brand new in its ancientness.
So silent that it sings!
Mighty stars on velvet Space
Glittering there in diamond hues.
Blue oasis floating below;
Cloudy whites and Ocean blues.
Listening to the sounds of Stars.
Searching for the signs of Life.
Suspended from the things of Earth,
Quarantined from Earthly strife.
Man will never have enough
And how we pray for the right to be
Like the Angels higher up
Creatures of Eternity!
Some may say that this is bad
And keeps Man from his humbleness,
But nothing makes me praise God more
than having eye of this;
That Man may see with his own eyes
The tiny form of turning Earth
And see the puniness of his
In spectrum with the Universe!
Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 6:09 PM UTC
I got on a ghost train
Like me, many passengers are on the train
I am occupying my time with reading
And others?
They look mostly ghostly
They can be seen but not understood
Everyone will get off the train at their own time
They all end up in the same station
Nov 8, 2025
Nov 8, 2025 at 6:35 AM UTC
This sound,
like a friendly wind,
walking through
my lost memories
from irreversibility,
from the cold reality
of indifference
returning to fulfilling promises
as an answer to my invocation
A unique, sweet sound
is calling me now,
after twenty-five years.
I bought that ticket,
sitting in my narrow seat,
holding in my hand
a piece of uncertainty
that deforms
every time I get on board.
I used to take so many trains:
traces, luggage, running passengers,
waiting, wasting minutes.
They brought me,
step by step,
station by station,
to this voice,
to this tone of being,
in tune with silver threads.
The windows are yet closed.
I carry in my cells
the code of Alef,
a crystalline illusion.
The lens caves in
and swells outward,
seeing the elusive past
still living in me,
playing under a different sun,
through elusive existences.
We came as twenty-one souls.
Twenty I found.
One was lost—
the one closest
to my breathing truth.
The final deal:
Am I losing
or will I rest
in deeper words?
Yes.
I did it for you,
changing alternative worlds,
pulsing around me,
invitations not accepted.
I open the gate
to a new home:
to warmth,
to creativity,
made by sweet recognition
of blooming Fall to come
waiting patiently
for your move
for your not-yet-published story.
Jul 27, 2025
Jul 27, 2025 at 10:28 PM UTC
He met her at the bus one day,
Her smile like dawn, his heart astray.
A fleeting glance, a laugh so bright,
She lit the world in passing light.
Her voice was soft, her words were few,
Yet in his soul, a love he knew.
But time was short, the ride too fast,
Her stop arrived—his heart held fast.
He watched her step onto the street,
Her fading form, his lost heartbeat.
His own stop called, the doors hissed shut,
A silent ache, his soul left cut.
If only time had paused awhile,
Or fate had matched her steps to his mile.
But buses run, and moments flee—
Now all he holds is memory.
A love untold, a chance undone,
A station missed, a setting sun.
May 16, 2025
May 16, 2025 at 5:09 PM UTC
Huddled, strained, with craned necks to the board,
They wish for that missing number,
The hope they wait upon—
The launchpad to their homes.
Puzzled, drained, enraged—the muttered sounds.
They miss that sudden cue,
The rush to be the one;
That fearful scrum of drones.
Tom Lefort
Dec 11, 2024
Dec 11, 2024 at 3:21 PM UTC
I set this train a' rolling
down tracks with no stations
knowing a wreck inevitable
of this wild and ridiculous ride
wind in my hair taut expression
flesh stretched across a face
expecting the outcome
Jan 24, 2022
Jan 24, 2022 at 6:12 PM UTC
#*
Long lost road
To the old fire station
With a beautiful archway
The fire engines
In bright red
Never knew rest
A drill or two, a day
Fitness parade
For all, to learn to save
Now
No sirens
No calls to attend
The bells ring no more
Snorkels saving lives
Salvaged many a blaze
All gone
Peacefully it retires
Alone
Amidst old walls*#
Apr 14, 2021
Apr 14, 2021 at 8:14 AM UTC
The separation stretches for more than twenty hours,
I wait and wait and wait...
At the lonely station
For a train that gets cancelled
After getting delayed for so long,
I yearn for the journey
The destination beguiles me,
So, if not by train
I'll cover the distance imagining
the time which tied us together like spokes of a wheel.
Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 7:53 AM UTC
summer night
lit up by the flashlight
of a cracked cell phone
suburbia held her breath
sang to by the crickets
a walk to the gas station
holy city in the dead of night
my friend drank too much ***
he banged on the door
it was locked
the clerk seemed scared
he thought we were robbers.
Jan 25, 2021
Jan 25, 2021 at 9:28 AM UTC
The restaurant
We ate at
The last time I saw you
Is now closed
I didn’t know that would be the last time I would see you
I didn’t know that would be the last time I
would eat there
You looked into my eyes for the first time since I picked you up to say “this is the best garlic bread I have had in my entire life”
It took us 47 minutes to get there
It took us 61 minutes to get home
Because we sat in the parking lot of a gas station I’d only been to once before, but liked a lot
I haven’t been there since we were
Either
We listened to that song
Not the one you quoted at “lunch”
Not the one about what you want and don’t
The one that asks why
I took you back
To his house
I parked a block away
I cried
Dec 3, 2020
Dec 3, 2020 at 4:45 PM UTC
books written in symbols
were attempts to mimic the language of the heart
somewhere i jotted within an admission of love
i wonder who knew it first
and how profound it could be when it was there the whole time
~
i find myself at Union Station,
where people pass time sitting silently in pews.
closing doors kick a breeze that weaves between the columns
holding up the heavens
the hair on my arm waves like wheat stalks
i’ve got a hunch i could go just about anywhere from here
the halls here just go on and on.
it’s not the whole world, but it’s the only place i want to be.
Aug 29, 2020
Aug 29, 2020 at 8:38 AM UTC
we take the same train everyday
I don’t know your name nor where you come from
what a joy is to see your face once more before we part ways again
but the moment the train moves
the rumble of my heart lead the way
stead fast, the scenery of steeping in Front of emotion
track after track
winding and twisting with nothing to block the way
the express route to desire
your astonishing beauty
Is my favorite stop
love at first sight
I wish I could've told you how I felt
I wish I could've held your hands
before alighting the train
May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 3:12 PM UTC
hook a buddy up my heart
is racing
trapped in purple drops of rain
my pulse has been pacing
like a golden train
we were spacing
out for five hours
my words became your worst
your worst became my words
listen to your inner voice:
nobody is without...
Jan 5, 2020
Jan 5, 2020 at 2:39 PM UTC
Life can derail you sometimes
but you just have to get
on a new track.
And at each new station of life depart,
relax till its time to once again
to travel the tracks of life...
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 5:45 AM UTC
His feet trembling
And my tongue sticking out
His breath numbered
Ant dancing in my hand
My blood too sweet
Heart wrinkled in cold sweat
Cold gaze on his face as
I constantly made him fret
His heart too sweet and
His blood to sour for my tongue
These ants too sour for
The blood on my palm
This skin too pale for
The radiance in his eyes
This chest too open
For someone to hide inside
Gave me his heart he who
Had none for himself
Took my blue heart and
Stuffed it into his chest
My eyes shift into focus
His chubby face is too dumb
The subway station too cold
My skin was too numb
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 10:18 AM UTC
Kindly avoid going to any hill station,
While planning so, bear some hesitation.
You are so very hot,
But the hills are not.
What if you go there when,
All that area starts boiling then.
Jun 19, 2019
Jun 19, 2019 at 10:16 AM UTC
The subtle whishing
Of flowing gasoline
Sets the mood;
An ugly, teal-colored,
German-engineered insect
Rolls up to the pump
Alongside mine.
I note the empty car seat
Cramped in the back
As she steps out,
Her balayage-curls swishing
As she flashes me
A cursory,
Carefree smile.
Grinning stupidly back,
My eyes gloss over;
Déjà vu grips me and
I search my memory
For her face—
The insect scuttles off;
My tank is full.
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 2:59 PM UTC
I missed the bus seconds after the last passenger boarded.
Now I sit here alone,
Waiting for another vessel
To drag me to my destination.
The air is cold,
And my heart is still thumping away
Due to physical exertion to reach the thing I missed -
But like everything else,
My hopes,
My dreams,
They're too far to reach.
I don't know how to end this
But mention the tiny speckle of headlights
And the roar of the large vehicle in the distance.
So now I think:
'There's always another bus.'
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 2:14 PM UTC