swirling motions of
passengers on the
dimly lit rail
i ride along
with them
unknowing
as they too ride along
with me
some with lunch boxes
others their
sleeping bags
disheveled
all people like me
yet “not”
like me at all
seeing the lines of
my reflection
moving outside
staring back at me
a parody
a shadowy spector
looking past at
other people’s
reflections
sleeping, talking, happy,
sad or angry with
lives moving
forward while
their
sillouttes
face them trapped
inside the rail
glass…hoping this
ride will
end……
differently?!?
perhaps she will not
go to work a
mirror of
every yesterday
and he not
to the mission
again seeking food,
company or a
hot shower
to wash away
his homeless
tired life
each one seeking
another path
a way out of
the same tomorrow
hoping reflections
outside
are their real lives
going somewhere
a destination
past their stop
to another
future
© August 2012
Renee Espriu


We are all so different in our mental make up, aren’t we? And sometimes if we really look, we can see the utter despair behind even the happiest smile.
Nice observations and imagery of a slice of life Renee.
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Renee you captured my mind as I see the images you paint with your Words. Each face alook of hope or despair. Thoughts all different. And et each on that same journey. Each seeking as the blur of time also speeds by. I still often catch my own reflection and ask myself where am I heading. Great poem. Blessings Sue X
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An evocative reflection on despair and hope, Renee.
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Always more than one to view the world around us and I try to see things and be aware of them more than I would be when I’m not at home. Thank You!
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So much reflected on in this, Renee. I sometimes get flashes of people’s lives and who they are when I watch them…I don’t know if they are accurate or not and I don’t know where it comes from. This reminded me of that experience. I like these observations.
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train journeys are a journey into ourselves too, i used to spend them thinking and dreaming or sleeping.
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