Level Crossing

as it is

As all the pictures

              speed past;

              a monochrome classic

like a flash porno of stale

              groups at stage,

              a round of prospective lookers

as I keyhole in my car, outside

              this story-telling,

              all these holes in cloth.

I am aside all this business,

              all this light snap,

              the train now lost

              in the purpose of direction.

Reviews

[V]

I really like the imagery. The lines sound almost sort of sober, but nevertheless strong, expressive.

[Coyote Song]

A very powerful poem. Time passes quickly, life does too in a way. We all want to find out why, the big question, why am i alive? Reality flashes by. Maybe we learn, maybe we don't. There isn't always enough time. Fantastic poem.

[Ruth]

Beautifully intense imagery...life flashes by and yet there is always an internal calling to find purpose and just be...really enjoy your wrting Leslie :)

[Tina Kline]

Time is going by, pictures give us memories of how life once was and change isn't always for the good. Not by a long shot. Pictures and tell us how we ought to change the direction of the train, and why. A fabulous poem Leslie.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

for me this speaks of the past...the pictures, the memories, the faith i once had in life, in society...but now we all seem to be on a train that has definitely lost its direction...

i hope we can get it back, or at least get a ticket on the train going the other way.

always such thoughtful poetry from you...always.

j.