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  Subway
by jude forese
Friday, July 21, 2006
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Waiting for the train

The electric hum inside the third rail
Grows louder
But no one seems to notice

Yet as the train reveals its headlights,
The anticipation of straphangers
Intensifies with each approaching vibration

The journey into darkness
Becomes the fabricated light
Moving life
Into a tedious tunnel of survival

Elevated tracks
Descend into the subway

Where masses converge
Then scatter
Each way

Every day




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Reviewed by K Quills 8/4/2006
"Where masses converge/Then scatter/Each way" reminds me of life & its arbitrary centrifugal forces which are counterbalanced by the ongoing "tunnel of survival" - excellent poem! Kathy.
Reviewed by Karen Cino 7/28/2006
Sounds like you spend a lot of time waiting for the train in Grand Central Station. You have taken a journey into the unknown and have made it your own comparing it to our lifes.

~hugs~
Karen
Reviewed by The Smoking Poet 7/27/2006
Every day and every day, and ever after... every day. Well captured.
Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen 7/23/2006
Nice one, Jude! I am astray in the London underground! Love it.
Peace,
Carolyn
Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK 7/23/2006
Reminds Me Of Rod Sterlings T V Series Close Encounters,i.e. He Claimed He Got His Information Stories From Spirit World!

The Electric Hum Makes Your Poem Compelling Ride...Etal: I Lived By Around Trains Thruout Childhood-Only Train Ride Was To Draft Board/Go Army And Back...


TRASK
Reviewed by Huda Orfali 7/23/2006
Wonderful description
Subways scare me so I try to avoid them as much as I can
But I guess they are OK here in Arlington
Thanks for sharing
loveand peace
Reviewed by Birgit and Roger Pratcher 7/23/2006
We don't get to ride a train of subway very often, therefore we enjoyed this perfect discription very much.
B&R
Reviewed by Ronald Hull 7/23/2006
A window into the commuters' day.
Reviewed by E T Waldron 7/22/2006
This reminds me of the movie groundhog day, where everything repeats itself.I used to take the subway to work for about a year. I know the somnambulism with which it is done;-)Astute perception,of the ability of humanity to overcome the mundane...
Reviewed by m j hollingshead 7/22/2006
good one
Reviewed by Sara Coslett 7/22/2006
I remember it well. And yes, it is all like survival. ~ Sara
Reviewed by richard cederberg 7/22/2006
To test the waters of another's awarenesses by their reactions, could lead one into the briny waters of disillusionment.

A word spoken in love is always better than a furtive glance!

As always Jude, you provoke one to leave themselves and cogitate through your eyes and pen.

Richard the Intrepid
Reviewed by ~Indigo~ Elga 7/22/2006
Dear Jude,

When one is the observer, it is amazing to notice the transition, the concentration of chaos, then the sudden dissipation. Brilliant observation, well penned Jude.

Warm hugs
Elga
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes 7/22/2006
Absolutely outstanding!!

Love Tinka
Reviewed by Aberjhani 7/22/2006
Totally profound observation on the nature and quality of humanity's alienation from humanity in this modern world. That might sound like little more than an asthetic statement but we don't have to look far to see all the chaos such a condition has helped to create. Appreciate you sharing the vision.
Aberjhani
Reviewed by Mr. Ed 7/22/2006
Moving life
Into a tedious tunnel of survival

That's exactly how I felt each and every bloody morning when I used to ride that contraption to work.
Reviewed by Peter Paton 7/22/2006
Ace

The humdrum of life echoes in these choice words...as does the diversity and complexity of human nature..

You say a lot in an insular and tight brief..

Peter
Reviewed by Felix Perry 7/22/2006
There is somthing just a little like returning to the womb when you enter a subway isn't there. Well written and intensely powerful write my friend.
Fee
Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater 7/21/2006
Charles Dickens said this of the subway, "there is not much head-room left, and it is not advisable for any but the very briefest of Her Majesty's lieges to attempt the passage in high-heeled boots, or with a hat to which he attaches any particular value."

Sage
Reviewed by Taylor Ryan 7/21/2006
Is it the hum or the hum drum existence highlighted only by the coming of the train that makes us take notice? Highs and lows, boredom and anticipatuion, loving and indifference, closeness then dissapation...an interesting study here, Jude.
Love, Taylor
Reviewed by Kate Clifford 7/21/2006
Only had the experience of a subway while visting Toronto. This brings this experience back. Great write :-)
Reviewed by Ed Matlack 7/21/2006
I used to just ride the Philadelphia Market street line to the end and back again for something to do when first I moved to the city...a fun trip it was way back when...thanks for the memories...Ed
Reviewed by Susan de Vegter 7/21/2006
What a cluster of people lodged in a shadowbox upon rails. You paint the tight enclosures of strangers upon strangers until clostrophobic rides come to an end.
Brilliant!
Susan
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader) 7/21/2006
Yes those distant echoes. Busy, busy people. Invisible to most. But nowadays on the underground the terrorist plot lurks in my mind...

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