i stood alone
on the curb
as evening sank
to the earth
like rain-soaked curtains
carelessly draped
in deep violet folds
and smeared
with the slight stain
of the night train's
hissing
pale fire
"train station" willis adams
GAZA IS A DOOR
1 hour ago
13 comments:
Such beautiful imagery, Steven. Thank you.
'Rain-soaked curtains' A lovely image, Steven thanks.
hi kathleen - a short simple moment on an evening, as a train rumbles over a nearby bridge. thanks for the kind comment. steven
hi elisabeth - sometimes the evening falls that heavily. steven
Verse and image speak with one tongue. Quite an achievement!
An exceptional blend of poem and imagery Steven, even for you.
Yes, this is definitely one of your best pairings of painting and words, Steven!
The poem and painting together are wonderful.
When I saw the painting I thought of Whistler (I am a big fan of his work) and sure enough Adams was a student of his. I will have to do some research on him.
dave thanks for this generous comment. steven
barry - i really liked the image a lot. i wanted to open it out a little with words. so i chose a few. i'm glad you liked it. steven
golden west! really . . . .hmmmm! steven
hello angryparsnip, enjoy the research. it's one of my favourite parts of preparing postings here. steven
LOVE THIS! I so feel the weight of the curtain and the fire of the night train, so much so that I can not walk- really I tried to get up to get a cup of tea and I couldn't walk!Either I have been sitting for too long or someone came in and stole my legs or I am deeply affected by this post. Maybe all...
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