Memory Stations Poem by Soran M. H

Memory Stations

Rating: 5.0


While waiting in haste
at the departure station
a glimpse will not remain
on the faces of travellers
or in reading memories on the walls,
you will not draw heart and arrow
on fogged windows,
or raise your head
to stare at the clouds
You do you not know how many stars
hide behind it?
though beauty will not be saved,
as if prettifying itself
for a fleeting glimpse
So be it
otherwise, with every departure and withering away
the glass heart is broken
and its wound will never heal
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In the scarlet evening
there is not enough time to meditate
any more,
It is time to leave
antique stations
where things are
boring and repetitive,
as well as human maps
and cliffs of extinction!
Rapidly they fade,
even without being able to write down the names
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The train might arrive suddenly
at the last inhabited station
Coming from the country of childhood
on the memory line
such a singer is the nightingale
Once through a slot
It flies towards the absolute in a flash
and leaves behind
passion of friendship
and a homeland cage
for the stopped days

Memory Stations
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kostas Lagos 08 February 2021

A train station is the scenery of a wonderful poem where memories and thoughts come and go.

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M Asim Nehal 09 February 2021

Awesome poem. It created a complete picture in mind about what we all go through at least once in our lifetime and how does it feel to cherish those moments.5***

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Sylvia Frances Chan 10 February 2021

Beauteous poem! A lifetime flashes in this poem, no time left to ponder too long about, since the next train will soon arrive. True amazingly built are the words, an excellent thought-provoking poem.5 Stars!

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 14 October 2021

A poem of great depth so wonderfully conveyed. To my Poem List.

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 14 October 2021

Our memories and thoughts are just temporary. Yet, the length of time they stay depends on how they made an impact in our life. Some are like dew drops that when the Sun comes, they quickly disappear. Some cling to our minds reviving now and then our great moments and deep sorrows

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 14 October 2021

A great poem woven beautifully adorned with marvelous verses and wonderful images.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 10 February 2021

The title says it all. Fascinating picture added.This must be own aquarel, sure.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 10 February 2021

I wrote time-provoking poem but each reader has already his/her own thoughts after having read this poem. Most magnifcently rendered our life's journey through fantastic metaphors. My two thumbs up for you.

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