Trains and Nostalgia

by Yakari Gabriel   Oct 4, 2015

Everyday, the poet leaves me a little more
I try to wrap my legs around her
but she gives me the cold shoulder
So everyday, I become less poet and
more woman. Everyday I shrink more.

a mushroom cooking in a pan I am
This country is doing what everyone says it does
I am trying not to care
but it seems I don"t try enough
So I pop a pill to make up
for my lack of effort. If i take one,
before the other one wears off-
its gives the pain no chance to come forth.
to claim my attention.

I am sitting next to a sleepy man in a train
He is white with age but i
swear i can't even tell which
one of us has been on earth longer.


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Latest Comments

  • 5 years ago

    by Kips

    Wow! Bloody good! You're such a deep-thinking writer! Wish I could do this well.

  • 5 years ago

    by Em

    I like how you compared yourself to a mushroom because you feel you as a poetess is shrinking. Your description is beautiful and heartfelt. Well done

  • 5 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    I loved the image of shrinking like a mushroom in a pan and sitting next to a man white with age and not being able to tell who had been on the earth longer.

  • 6 years ago

    by Rania Moallem

    This is one of those so-called powerful poems. This is just heart touching. I personally relate to every word. It feels as though the writer, "Yakari" built a character in this poem that lives in every single poet and writer.

    Your opening stanza is to moving, how you reflected your fight in keeping the poet in you.

    A very lyrical piece. The closing stanza is so sad, and so rich with honesty and rawness.

    Well done..

  • 6 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    "He is white with age but I swear I can't even tell which one of us has been on earth longer."
    May I just say, this last line is a stroke of brilliance. A deserved win; well done.

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