RIDE THE TRAIN

Train

RIDE THE TRAIN

I ride the train each day.

For this, I need to pay?

No seat I can see.

Never is one free.

I hang from the strap above.

A soft sigh feels like a dove.

I turn my head to the side.

And do you know what I find?

A girl standing next to me.

One as pretty as can be.

She offers a small smile.

Now I could walk a mile.

I stand up taller than before.

I am now ten feet off the floor.

A slight smile before she departs.

I’m left happy as my day starts.

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A PLAINTIVE ECHO

Open the door.<br /> Step inside.<br /> The darkness is beckoning you.<br /> Calling you to walk in.<br /> Welcome! Glad you’re here!<br /> Follow the flickering candles.<br /> They will lead you to untold pleasures.<br /> Do you hear the music?<br /> A party is waiting for you in the drawing room.<br /> Don’t be afraid. Peek in.<br /> Do you see the dancers?<br /> Twirling around and around.<br /> You can see through them? Can’t you?<br /> That’s because they’re transparent.<br /> An echo from the past.<br /> Those who lived here before.<br /> And now they inhabit the air.<br /> Their spirits live in these dark rooms.<br /> Now you can join them<br /> and live here forever!<br /> A story that can be told<br /> just by looking at the closed door<br /> and opening the door in your mind.

“Open the door and

Step inside.

The darkness beckons to you.

Welcome!” 

The wind sighs its plaintive plea.

Cold air swooshes past my face.

Do you hear the music?

A party is waiting for you in the drawing room.

Don’t be afraid.

Peek in.

Can you see the dancers?

Twirling around and around.

You can see through them? 

Can’t you?

That’s because they’re transparent,

An echo from the distant past.

Those who lived here before

Who now inhabit this old house.”

A gowned figure of a woman turns to me.

The flesh slowly shrivels from her body,

Leaving behind a skeleton of bones.

She cackles,  You can now join us.”

Her hand reaches for me.

I turn to flee.

The windows and doors snap shut.

I jiggle the door handle.

Locked.

Trapped in the deep recesses

of my mind.

No escape.

 

A SIGH OF NIGHT

Epiphanie © Etienne Cabran

 

It’s here.

Too near.

A mist of white.

A sigh of night.

Through the window.

“You friend or foe?”

A cold touch of ice.

Doesn’t feel too nice.

It now whispers away,

“You’re not welcome to stay.”

I’m leaving now.

I don’t care how.

Fingers wrap around my neck.

On my cheek I feel a peck.

Could that be a kiss?

Wasn’t hard to miss.

I’m chilled to the bone.

I’ve turned to cold stone.

KILL ME

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Untitled by Joe Kennett.

KILL ME

A walk through the woods
On a sunny afternoon.
What could go wrong?
I am alone.
It is growing darker.
The wind begins to sigh and moan.
Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.
The leaves of the tall trees are rustling.
Their rustling sounds grow louder.
Are the trees moving on their own?
The trees are coming alive!
Alive with The Dead.
Just kill me now.

THE DEAD GAME

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DEAR STATUE

DEAR STATUE

So alive.

I could hear you breathing.

Is that a moan?

Maybe it was the wind.

Is that a rustle of clothing?

Maybe someone else is in the garden.

Is that a sigh?

I heard a sigh.

Are you tired of standing still?

Is that a tear on your cheek?

Your eyes look sad.

Reflecting a remorse so deep

that I can feel it.

What else do I feel?

A whisper of breath on my face.

Are you breathing, dear one?

Are you alive beneath the stone?

Raise your head.

Look me in the eye.

It’s time to be free.

Let your soul be free

and soar above on your wings.

Take flight, dear one.

Take flight.

THE BRIDGE SIGHS

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Bridge of Sigh by Tusharadri Mukherjee

The water beneath the bridge

flows smooth and clear.

The town is quiet.

The people are happy.

It is time for bed,

Where dreams will be happy ones.

The bridge gives a soft sigh

Of relief and happiness

Before it settles down for the night.