I see magic in this train ridea dimension lost for the present jet set generation
not so long ago
the intrigue of a simple menu was our center
it was an avenue of change from mundane life outside
in that crisp table cloth
stains had to answer for themselves
it sounds so strange to say it
but we played by the bell
in that kettle I can still taste the tea in one such journey
the blue marks reminds me of blossoming forget me not
his benign smile takes me down memory lane
tabled forever in my mind
the intrigue has been used to soothe me
"if only life was laid out in a small tray with few complications"
A great journey and you served a tasty fare on a neatly laid out tiny tray!!
ReplyDeleteLove this piece!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading this. Well done
ReplyDeletein that crisp table cloth
ReplyDeletestains had to answer for themselves
I did like the two lines especially...
I like "I can still taste the tea in one such journey"
ReplyDeleteGreat read aloud poem. If read in rhythm, it sounds very train like. Did you do that on purpose?
ReplyDeleteI am so pleased to read you on this fine Sunday!
Those memories seemed to be the perfect companion, to an enjoyable journey, with more simplicity.
ReplyDeleteEileen
How we all must remember our lives "...laid out on a small tray with few complications". Our worlds were small and our appetites large then. This really is a beautiful piece of writing that took me back to my childhood.
ReplyDeleteI like the soft rolling movement of this piece. We all have had those singular experiences that are recalled and treasured. I too, like the stains on the tablecloth and your final line.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
That is just lovely, Gautami. Very scenic.
ReplyDeletePamela
I so loved traveling on those old trains, with tablecloths, and china........now I imagine all of that has been replaced by tea in a styrofoam cup - and now it costs so much to travel by train no one can do it any more. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteLovely title and a great train of words.
ReplyDeletenice journey...and nicely written
ReplyDeleteYour poetry is exceptional ....
ReplyDeletelovely journey of words
ReplyDelete...a simple menu
ReplyDeleteIf only life were so easy. Nice.
A lovely poem, Gautami. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely beautiful...
ReplyDeleteAh, the glory and simplicity of the old days. I have been on one of these train rides and this poem truly reminded me of the joy and slower pace.
ReplyDeleteYes I see the magic as well....so much wisdom and truth in your beautiful words Gautami! :-)
ReplyDeletePleasant little journey here.
ReplyDeletewhat an elegant poem; luv it
ReplyDeletemuch love...
nice observations. Your writing draws attention to otherwise missed details in a fun Norman Rockwell. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your visit to my wordle...I am slow at catching up.
ReplyDeleteTrains are magical. Though the ones in my memory are NYC subways. Most of which were underground.
We do have a locomotive museum that has one and two mile train rides. I think they also offer a dinner ride. Though I have yet in twenty years to do it...