*
The stretch of Earth
which carried
those rails Eastward
stands empty now, empty
with lush green grass and white markings
ninety by forty-five meters
those Rails which brought me
and mine to death,
appear and Dissolve
with the Radiance of light speed
*
the White and Black ball
is practiced from side to side
heedless of steel and gravel
of screeching metal
of huge arches delineating
three massive platforms,
Only the Bright lights that allow
the players to Kick by night
are like those which forbade us to Run
*
Leaning against the Ruins of the Great Station
I watch the rails, there for me always
thunder of my Fate
and see a Football Field
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Anhalter Train Station Memorial, Berlin
Your words bring sounds of cheering sport crowd in the present with screeching metal of the past. This mixture is powerful and horrific at the same time .
I love the poet you are.
Speechless!
Dear Mindee, So was I when I discovered the place! Thank you for being there with me, means a lot.
I admire your talent and depth Kiki!
Kiki, C’est tres emouvant ! I discover your talent for Words ,I already knew you had the intelligence,the feelings and the subtility.I am sad today, thinking about my grand parents and all the OTHERS , so thank you for my tears and my rage, your poem suits my soul well. love
Merci Suzanne, venant de toi cela me touche beaucoup. J’apprécie énormément ta pensée.
Thought provoking and timely!
Even without the wonderful photo, the reader is left with powerful and effective images! Thank you for sharing…
Field of dreams, field of nightmares