Perhaps some things should not be said
In poetry,
Or maybe
They can not be said
Meaningfully by me.
As does nearly always happen
My train stopped, dead
At Clapham
(Though not for its proper, brief
Stay). We did not pull away.
What can be said
About grief
(Not experienced by me)?
Perhaps some things should not be said
In poetry.
When, that evening I came back
The track at Clapham
Was clear.
We made good time.
Though a drear
Thought did cross my mind,
But I find
That some things can not easily be said
In rhyme
By me, as I sit here, warm
Thinking of the ajacent platform
And how our train stopped, dead,
But, perhaps some things should not be said
In poetry,
Or at least by me.
K Morris - Poet 
Thought provoking Saturday morning read …
Thank you, Eric.
This is really clever Kevin. I like it a lot
Thank you, Lorraine. I’m pleased you like “Dead Stop”. Best wishes – Kevin
I really did Kevin
Reblogged this on Fae Corps Publishing.
Many thanks for sharing my poem. Kind regards, Kevin
How tragic.
Sadly people dying as a consequence of being hit by a train is a common occurrence in London. Sometimes its as the result of an accident but, more often it flows from a wish to commit suicide.
Many thanks for your comment – Kevin
Yes it happens here too.
Unfortunately it happens all over the world. Where are you? In the USA?
Yes, Chicago
Clever, rhythmic and thought-provoking! Superbly penned, Kevin.
Many thanks for your extremely kind words, Eugenia. I am pleased you like my poem.
Best wishes – Kevin
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