Land of Ghosts III — Peter Bowers*
. . . somewhere around the bend
Do you hear it?
See it coming?
Coming,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.
Gently,
as on Kiko feet
coming,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.
Cat whispers
peacefully moving the trees
longing to be heard,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.
Is it real?
Or only a hypnotic beat,
of the dark rhythm,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.
So soothing, so real,
let mesmerizing,
creating visions of hope,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.
Listen to the stories
without them
life is pointless,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.
See it?
Not if you don’t feel it
linking the mind’s destination,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.
So, relax,
come with me
catch the blue train,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.
Time’s wasting,
Don’t hesitate!
Opportunity is on the move,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.
If you feel it
you can see it
in the mind’s eye,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.
So, catch the blue train,
ride the edge,
see tomorrow’s vision,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.
Locomotion,
a blues riff,
Coltrane changes,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.
Face to face with humanity,
going all the way
to the end of the track,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.
Forget the plans
of broken dreams,
seek the truth,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.
Smokes rising
signaling a change,
if you are riding
The last train to Clarksville…
Memphis,
Chicago,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.
kenne
* About the Photograph: Peter Bowers is an amazing photographer, able to truly capture the moment resulting in a visual image that kindles human senses. I have had his Flickr site as a link on this blog for some time, waiting for the right opportunity to display one of his photos, Land of Ghosts III with this poem I wrote a year ago.
Reblogged this on Becoming is Superior to Being and commented:
I wrote this poem in April 2008, since appearing in several posting, each time with a different image. This one is from March 2009. — kenne