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The Last Great Beauty

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The smoothness of this train
as it slips the platform’s leash
The window scene begins to blur
viewed through tear-stained eyes
A myriad of questions swirl
they smudge my addled heart
Creeping high above all else
it’s that merciless, that jagged ‘what if’

What if this 
is the last great beauty
I will ever know

Eyes hungrily study details in the cover image
letting the pages fold themselves closed
Trembling hands, clutch the evidence
but now that mystery is solved
I turn to the darkened window
right as the rain spirals to a storm
That nagging feeling tattoos my reflected face
that old familiar fear, that bottomless ‘what if’

What if this 
is the last great beauty
of my lifetime

Wisdoms laugh and wisdoms rise
atop my shoulder, they’re whispering my name
They smile ‘beauty is forever yours to find 
in the colossal or the mundane
It never ends, only shies its face
hidden by perspective or your mood
There will be more stories
more trains, more arrivals and departures'

But this epiphany fades so quickly
what if this is the last great beauty
that was meant for me…

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Tom

Wed 4th Sep 2024 14:37

Hi Ray, thanks so much. I like that idea a lot. I am pretty good at living in the moment, almost to a fault sometimes. Endings always move me.

Thanks also to Graham, Hugh, Stephen, Stephen, Aisha, Holdan and Cryptid for the likes and for stopping by to read this one. You beauties.

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raypool

Fri 23rd Aug 2024 17:41

Two great lines for me Tom: wisdoms laugh and wisdoms rise, and the first two lines which kicks off the journey. Wisdom we call a panacea to make us feel smug very often, and it is relative to what may follow it. In this case it is the horrible unknown of a ceasing of life - a feeling i'm sure that was shared by Philip Larkin. My advice would be to regard every minute as a suspension of time rather than the passing of it.

Ray

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