The Little Train
The little train
Drifts along the precipice
Homework on the way to school
Winter’s devastation
Suffers no fool
Life in the Alps
Seems normal
Not
The storybook tales imagined
Left behind
Idealistic dreamy
Childhood days of old
By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, the small train on a narrow mountain rail pass winding down the valley through little tunnels and wire retention barriers from Les Diablerets to Aigle, Switzerland, 2012-03-14.
Shifted
Within five hours
We shift between places
Rubbing shoulders with strangers
Laughter
Masks
Sad faces
Every traveller
Moves through
Up and down
Phases
Exploring new ideas
Leaving lasting traces
By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-03-14.
Waiting
Spring slowly
Warms the earth
Not yet
In this new season
At ease
The last winters’ cold
Still hovers
Like a tease
Spring slowly
Offers a wild promise
Not yet
Time to plant the seeds
Cope with the uninvited weeds
Once arrived
It acts with speed
Quickly gone
Be careful when you blink
Spring slowly
Disappear
My winter
Gradually settling longer
Old bones
Threaten to sleep later
Progressively
Moving closer to the maker
Bright the promise of colour
Deep bronzed shoulders
A welcome summer
By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-03-14.
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