More Poetry by Robert R. Woods

February 24, 2013

   I've written a few poems that haven't posted yet so I thought I'd start playing catch-up. I've been writing quite a bit lately... and it's feeling good, right. Let's see what you think.

Moon Envy

I don't know what it means, but lately the trains passing my

apartment seem more angry than usual. Their monstrous,
loud horns shake the blinds of my window. The rattle of metal
wheels on metal rails sounds more like bombs than the jingle
of change in my pocket as I fish for that last sticky, lint-covered
tab of nicotine gum.

Tonight, the moon paid more attention to the asteroid that

just shot by her head than me. I feel a bit ignored. I’m sure
the trains must feel somewhat the same… a little less important.

I sit here, three in the morning, soldering together

all the misery of my existence with thick clumps of
self-righteous pity. The Heartland Flyer just tripped
the blinking red lights on Boyd Ave., the crossing bell
shouts a brash, tinny warning. Once in a while a freighter

plows over a car or drunken pedestrian that didn’t heed

the speeding threat….  trains seldom feel regret... neither
does the moon… but people do… quite often people do.

rrw o2-18-13