Turning the Page

Posted on September 23, 2011 | 20 Comments

Reading my novel, I wait for the train
Dreaming of my destination
I know that I know it must be there
As I keep going from station to station

I can’t keep track of all the end of the lines
That I’ve passed by without a blink
I’ve spent some time at every town
I can imagine of what you must think

I know I’ll know, when it comes up the line
It doesn’t matter what my age
I’ve been riding now for forty years
Soon I’ll turn the page

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20 responses to “Turning the Page”

Bodhirose | September 23, 2011 at 12:17 PM | Reply

Whenever you’re ready, you can turn that page. A wonderful write, Michael.

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- booguloo | September 25, 2011 at 10:04 AM | Reply
  
  Thanks Gayle.. soon.. very soon…
  
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Sharp Little Pencil | September 23, 2011 at 9:24 PM | Reply

Mike, we’re all on that ride. It’s a matter of choosing the correct stop and deciding how long to stay there. God, the metaphors could go on and on for this, because it’s such a good write! Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/09/23/jazz-is-abc-weds/

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- booguloo | September 25, 2011 at 10:01 AM | Reply
  
  Less and less poems… Hopefully will equal better ones when written.. smiles…
  
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jennygoth | September 24, 2011 at 11:36 AM | Reply

im sure when you turn the page it will be just as good as the one before xxjen

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- booguloo | September 25, 2011 at 10:00 AM | Reply
  
  That could be a double edged sword… smiles..
  
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kaykuala | September 24, 2011 at 11:40 AM | Reply

It doesn’t really matter, Mike! Just do what you want to when you are ready,at whatever age!

Hank

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- booguloo | September 25, 2011 at 9:58 AM | Reply
  
  Thanks Hank! smile
  
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contemplativemoorings | September 26, 2011 at 12:04 AM | Reply

Very nice 🙂
It would have been easy to overplay this metaphor…you kept it on the tracks and at cruising speed…

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- booguloo | October 2, 2011 at 9:03 AM | Reply
  
  Toot, Toot.. smiles…
  
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Life: Between the lines | September 27, 2011 at 7:09 PM | Reply

this echoes my piece in a way…the final destination, the goal, when, where?

one of your best BOO, muahh, welcome back!

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- booguloo | October 2, 2011 at 9:01 AM | Reply
  
  Thanks for the kind words.
  
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Bodhirose | September 28, 2011 at 1:36 PM | Reply

I have nominated you for The Versatile Blogger Award, Michael. xoxo

The Versatile Blogger Award

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- booguloo | October 2, 2011 at 9:00 AM | Reply
  
  Thanks for your thoughtful consideration.
  
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jennygoth | September 30, 2011 at 2:26 PM | Reply

hi boogey have a lovely weekend its here again xxjen

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- booguloo | October 2, 2011 at 8:59 AM | Reply
  
  It’s been a beautiful weekend so far, but I haven’t read the Sunday Los Angeles Times yet…
  
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The Lonely Recluse | October 1, 2011 at 4:51 PM | Reply

If a man does not know to what port he is sailing, no wind is favourable. I imagine the same is true about any method of travelling. A great piece this, powerful imagery at the start, very clever ending.
Just a notification I’ve nominated you for the liebster blog award, go to http://lonelyrecluse.wordpress.com/2011/10/02/liebster-blog-award/ to claim it.
The Lonely Recluse.

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- booguloo | October 2, 2011 at 8:57 AM | Reply
  
  Thanks for your thoughts and consideration.
  
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fallenelegy | October 3, 2011 at 10:39 PM | Reply

beautiful and emotional in a powerful way. i feel a sense of heaviness after reading this. such is the power in simple words.

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- booguloo | October 4, 2011 at 9:30 AM | Reply
  
  Thank you.
  
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