30 November 2005



            Without You

            I’m riding on a speeding train,
            elsewhere, non-existent,
            in transit between cold station lights.
            You’re a thought, just a thought,
            in my head, and outside blackness is
            screaming past the windows.
            There are people here, passengers,
            faces meaning nothing
            hands eyes strange footsteps mouths
            speaking words collapsing
            here and now and all this while
            all this distance between us
            is closing in swiftly.
            I am here with this need
            for you, and I can’t hear
            can’t see, for me there’s only me
            not even me now that I am
            without you. When this train arrives,
            you’ll be there waiting,
            a thought in my head come alive,
            and true. But in this moment,
            I’m still riding on a speeding train,
            moving fast, and you’re a thought,
            no more, nothing more,
            and I’m alive, suspended,
            hurtling through the blackness,
            nowhere without you.
posted by Gilbert at Wednesday, November 30, 2005

10 Comments:

Blogger =pinksheep said...

a thought in my head come alive,
and true.

"comes"?

I love the poem.

December 01, 2005  
Blogger Gilbert Koh said...

Thank you.

I need "come" -

what I mean is "you are a thought in my head that has come alive."

Hence "come" not "comes".

December 01, 2005  
Blogger dreamer idiot said...

Don't know how to describe it...but it's hauntingly beautiful.

December 02, 2005  
Blogger Gilbert Koh said...

This is one of my favourite ones too. I wrote it quite long ago. I look at it now and I can't quite help thinking, "Golly ... how did I manage to write something like that."

December 02, 2005  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

kind of like a dream/fantasy that you mind invents whilst in transit?
yeah, i can relate to that. so well written too. i can see why you would be proud of it!

December 02, 2005  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

gilbert,
this is a lovely poem.
lonely, melancholic emotions.

Yes, sometimes when we had written a very good poem, we wondered how we can come up with that in the first place.

December 04, 2005  
Blogger wjfljql said...

referred to this blog from someone. liked the sensation of immediacy in this poem.

December 05, 2005  
Blogger MB said...

Very nice!

December 07, 2005  
Blogger temppixie said...

Loved the sentiment, very touching.

December 15, 2005  
Blogger MercerMachine said...

Love the highlighting of the feeling of, for lack of a better word, 'potentiality' in contrast to the reality that waits at the destination station. As though, while in transit, you are, or perhaps she is, or maybe the love itself is some lover's version of Shrodinger's cat.

This is a wonderful example of what I was trying to describe when I was talking about untamed spaces. No surprise that you've already been there, done that...

April 02, 2006  

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