Trainspotting

Trainspotting

The girl in the green batik dress
Would stand every evening at the yard
To watch the yellow smoky train rumble by
And wave at its distracted passengers.

The dress was faded and had a white lace fringing

And she’d put a red hibiscus flower on its chest
But she wasn’t as beautiful as the flowers
Or faded as the clothe
And her naked feet were like thin brown stalks
On the granite ground –

I embraced her with my eyes,

And gave her a place in my heart

To fill the one my daughter left.

I told a friend riding with me about her,

Mentioned where she always stood at,
But when we passed the place, she was not there
And I swore to my friend that this was the first time
The little girl would forget to stand by the passing train.

My friend made a note in her pad for that,

She wore a look of work, her grief therapy work.
I sighed.

The girl had always been there before.

What do you do with a new born child

Who does not know she has been reborn
After a life spent watching passing trains?
Still, I took her in with my arm of desire
And mothered her with a heart of wasted dreams


12 thoughts on “Trainspotting” by O-Money (@Omoniyi-Adeshola)

    1. O-Money (@Omoniyi-Adeshola)

      @uzywhyte, was it??? Wow…I send you a cyber hug-and-kisses. That was a very kind comment. I’m glad you saw it so. Thanks

  1. Love the words
    breaking my heart’s cords
    your lines were lovely
    and like @uzywhyte said: deep

    Keep poeticizing :)

    1. O-Money (@Omoniyi-Adeshola)

      @innoalifa, if nothing else, I know your comment is educating. Now I got a new verb in my vocab – poeticize. Ignorant turd like me, eh…Thank you so much, bro. You are fine, men…real fine…

  2. You are the first poet here that resonates with literary style. Excellent work. Love it and look forward to more.

    1. O-Money (@Omoniyi-Adeshola)

      @samoluexpress. I’m humbled…thoroughly humbled. You are so, so kind beyond words. And I’m glad you liked it. Thank you so much for coming by. Thank you.

  3. Damn! That was deep… something else.. I swear its the way you write that makes your work so peaceful to read… Its not poemy poemy but its just like refreshing… I am going to be on all your work form now on… it just helps me write too..

    1. O-Money (@Omoniyi-Adeshola)

      @ufuomaotebele, lmao…abeg, all those poemy poemy things are very boring jor…I like fresh, interesting, relatable poems…not stale rule-following ones. Follow where your heart and ‘pen’ leads, jawe -write pretty, straight-from-the-feel poetry as you did in your last entry (I might say its even greater than your prose, which is saying something)

      There is this absurdist poem by Getrude Stein that I like as an example of how poetry is not closed up, but it’s a crazy one…very crazy:

      “Sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet tea.
      Susie Asado.
      Sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet tea.
      Susie Asado.
      Susie Asado which is a told tray sure.
      A lean on the shoe this means slips slips hers.
      When the ancient light grey is clean it is yellow, it is a silver seller.
      This is a please this is a please there are the saids to jelly. These are the wets these say the sets to leave a crown to Incy.
      Incy is short for incubus.
      A pot. A pot is a beginning of a rare bit of trees. Trees tremble, the old vats are in bobbles, bobbles which shade and shove and render clean, render clean must.
      Drink pups.
      Drink pups drink pups lease a sash hold, see it shine and a bobolink has pins. It shows a nail.
      What is a nail. A nail is unison.
      Sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet tea.”

      And that is one landmark poem!

      You should visit the tumblr pages of http://fleurishes.tumblr.com/ and http://writingsforwinter.tumblr.com/ for some really great poetry…and you could subscribe to poetryfoundation.org’s daily poem offering to check out varied poetic expressions….don’t

  4. omg!! what did i just read?? I’ve never ever read something as light as that. It was as if his just writing what ever came to his mind. He didn’t care about rhyming… but there was a rhythm with this. The constant repetition of “Sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet tea.” had me spell bound… This was so freely written and playful…like playing with words.. like why we so serious before???
    Oh my… I had to read it again and again… like lets not even try to make sense out of what he was saying…. he knew what he was saying!
    and his name is Getrude Stein, I need to find this Mr…

    1. okay,… I just looked her up and HE is actually a SHE!!

      1. O-Money (@Omoniyi-Adeshola)

        @ufuomaotebele, Yeah…she is a SHE….lol. She writes atrociously beautiful poems with unusual forms. And people liked the sheer irreverence she put into it. But seriously tho, I’ll love to read more poems of yours here on NS.

        1. they are there 4 you to read oh… welcome!

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