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The Scenic Route
Contributed by
justjonesy
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Thursday, 18th November 2004 @ 06:15:26 PM in AEST
Topic:
StoryPoetry
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Late as always, the boy finds his way
and boards the moving train
He moves to an open spot
and sits beside Chance
....or was her name Coincidence?
Curious anyways, the boy glances over
noticing her calling eyes, and selfish smile
....just asking to be caught
Was this that game he heard so much about?
Or just two people playing solitare?
Feeling a little optimistic
the boy keeps pretending
but saying anything would be a calculated risk
One can't help but notice
how this conversation was molded
by the same men who built these tracks
And one can't help but wonder
how the scenery can be passing them by
and they can be standing in one place
So he heads to the exit, and escapes
to his trusty scapegoat, "well maybe next time."
Because this is his stop
and hes getting off
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Re: The Scenic Route
(User Rating: 1 ) by Spike on
Sunday, 21st November 2004 @ 04:11:09 AM AEST (User
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Oh, how many times has this happened? - too many................ men read cues (or the lack of them) like they have Aspergers ie not very well. Nice touch on the moment frozen in time/the stillness within the motion of the train and the passing opportunity.
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Re: The Scenic Route
(User Rating: 1 ) by Kie on
Saturday, 27th November 2004 @ 09:46:53 AM AEST (User
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I felt a kinship with this poem. I guess because in my own way I could relate to the overall feel.
I ponder everything and tend to watch, trying to not miss anything visually, although of course I do.
So now I wonder do we make our fate or chance our destiny?
Incredible poem.
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