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I'm no poet or connoisseur of Poetry but...
Alex, I really like the many dual meanings and questions this Haiku raises. e.g. Is the writer on the train or not (I know on first reading one would might say no, but if you haven't already, try reading it as though s/he made it on time); are we always alone, even in the company of our familly/loved ones/friends; etc.
It made me think about a lesser poem I wrote a few years ago, which I've now polished and pasted below to bore you all senseless:
ISLAND
It's been said "no man's an island"
But how can that be true,
When the only thoughts you’re privy to
Are those inside of you?
A passing stranger’s smile,
Can mean so many things;
But unless they choose to tell you,
You'll never know what it means.
A mother can lie, a lover can cheat,
So despite all the friendships grown,
With the sea all around you,
You are always on your own.
I actually think it's a positive poem, but you may disagree, of course. |
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