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mystery train
you tell me I can sail
on the Marie Celeste
along the Milky Way
and scrawl my poems
on Orion’s Belt
if I just believe
in you
you tell me I can ride
on the mystery train
through the icy rings of Saturn
or sing my songs
on Martian heights
if I just believe
in you
but I don’t hear you
any more
though you’re still persuading me
I know
I don’t believe
in your soft warm tongue
or your words
from long ago
and most of all
my love my life
I don’t believe
in you
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Ooh, such imagery, full of wonder.
Then quiet words…delivering such a punch.
Great poem.
And good to hear you reading it too.
To hear your own take on it.
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I found it a slightly odd combination too, Jenne, but that’s what emerged from the muse, and I try not to argue.
Glad you enjoyed it.
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Ooh! I find your words powerful and very sad. The rhythm seems quite jaunty though. Quite a contrast?
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It’s funny you say that, Lindsey, when I was reading it aloud I felt it should rhyme.
Quite strange, hmm?
But thanks for the ‘Ooh!’, I like that!
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Great poem and, as always, so well read 🙂
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Thanks, Chris, your kind words are much appreciated.
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