Train and Love Poems

Here are two of my train and love poems from the Xmas party - one of each.



Bow To Your Partner


will the passengers
in the train on
platform 2
please move
to the train on
platform 3
this is now the Upfield train

?

will the passengers
in the train on
platform 3
please move
to the train on
platform 2
this is now
the Hurstbridge train

?

thank god
we got that
sorted out
says one man
expressing
the general relief

everyone smiles

now at least
we won’t have to travel
among strangers




Economy


If sacrifice is slavery
I am enslaved, my mother
is enslaved; all mothers, and women
the whole world over,
and men, too, all who have learned
love’s secret: enslaved.

A man taught me: love
feeds on giving, grows
not from those gifts received
but from unsounded depths
of a self worn thin
with giving.

What strange economy
where conservation kills
and only spendthrifts thrive.
So much for reasoned laws.
If love is slavery
who’d opt for freedom?