Posted by: boromax | September 8, 2020

Leaving the Sunrise

The train left early in the morning

headed west, leaving the sunrise behind us

Looking for my seat

I walked from car to car

Faces, eye contact, smiles, nods

Finding my seat, I settled in

thinking about those momentary encounters

Those faces and smiles are part of me now

and mine is part of theirs

We speed toward the sunset

together forever

eye witnesses, snapshots in our minds

glimpses to savor for a lifetime

and in the end, we were just a moment

This piece is a response to the Go Dog Go Cafe’s Tuesday Writing Prompt – https://godoggocafe.com/2020/09/08/tuesday-writing-prompt-challenge-tuesday-september-8-2020/


Responses

  1. I have often thought about those brief encounters with people you met while traveling. Sometimes, they end up being more important than they are at first glance. Nice piece.

    • Thank you, henhouselady. I am a firm believer that every encounter, however brief, changes us. πŸ™‚

      • I agree.

  2. Beautifully penned the journey of life!

    • Thank you!

  3. simply but beautifully written; love the line:’and in the end we were just a moment’; quite a moving piece, really

    • Thank you, John. Full disclosure: the ‘prompt’ from the Go Dog Go Cafe for this piece was the phrase “…and in the end, we were just a moment.” So, okay, I guess the prompt itself rises to the top! πŸ™‚

  4. Boromax,

    Beautiful moments to cherish forever.

    On Tue, Sep 8, 2020 at 12:44 PM ~ Trivial Music Silliness ~ wrote:

    > > > > > > > boromax posted: ” > The train left early in the morning > > > > headed west, leaving the sunrise behind us > > > > Looking for my seat > > > > I walked from car to car > > > > Faces, eye contact, smiles, nods > > > > Finding my seat, I settled in > > > > thinking about those momentary encounters > > > > Thos” > > > >

  5. Perhaps the challenge is to be more than a nod or a smile–perhaps a listening ear, a helping hand, a kind word. M-m-m. Might make another song, Boromax–one verse for each type of care given by a stranger and the impact of the life-long impression left behind. (Not so trivial and not so silly!)

    • Good thoughts, Nancy. “Reach out and touch….”

      • I remember that song!

  6. …make this world a better place…

  7. Beautiful piece, Ed. Could also apply to those serendipitous thoughtful exchanges via WordPress. Cheers. Alex

    • Thank you, Alex; and I agree. I look forward to meeting you f2f someday. Back in the day, we used to call it “meatspace.”

  8. On more than one occasion while traveling by train or plane I’ve had “encounters”. But I have experienced/been part of unforgettable exchanges such as Nancy described. I.e. providing a listening ear to a grieving grandmother returning home from burying a son, giving a spontaneous gift to a soldier in thanks for his service, handing a note of encouragement to someone, and I was the recipient of a kind soul providing me a ride when a plane was diverted to another airport due to severe weather on the ground. Had this kind soul not offered to share her 45-minute drive to our original destination I would have been delayed another day to join my family.

    • Beautiful!

  9. This is a great, picturesque piece!! 😁

    It’s something I think of from time to time, as our side gig and both of our primary jobs, are service oriented. And we make these brief connections, trying to spread a little light! I like to think those ripples help souls along they way at times, and at least β€˜do no harm’!

    A train ride!! Bucket list item for sure!

    Great stuff, Boromax!

    P

    • Thank you, Peach. Uh… you’ve never ridden a train?

      • Nope!! We definitely both want to!!

  10. I hope you get to ride a train soon. Meanwhile, I recommend going to YouTube and finding the Alabama song “Ride the Train.”

  11. Hey man, long time not talk-to. This poem is beautiful, and gave me some insight into what life is like for a non-autistic person. Mine is mild, but eye-contact is something that weirds me out. I would also think of my fellow passengers more as potential threats rather than comrades-in-travel. I hate that about myself. Knowing you, you’ll not hold it against me. Why don’t we meet half-way, say Chowchilla, for coffee some morning, post COVID?

    • Hey, VMK. Nice edits. Cool of you to look that closely. Sure! Morning meet for coffee (or tea) post-covid sounds good. You’re right; I’ll not hold ‘it’ against you. Shalom!

  12. BTW I tried a few edits to your poem. Not saying these are better at all, just giving you a new angle from which to view your original version.

    The train left early in that morning

    headed west, leaving the sunrise behind.

    Looking for my seat

    Walking from car to car

    Faces, eye contact, smiles, nods.

    Finding it, I settled in,

    Still thinking about those momentary encounters

    Those faces and smiles are part of me now

    and mine maybe part of theirs.

    We speed toward the sunset

    together forever

    eye witnesses, snapshots in our minds

    glimpses to savor for a lifetime

    and in the end, we were just a moment.

  13. sorry.. The train left early that morning,

  14. πŸ™‚ looking forward to it.


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