Watching The Rollers

Watching The Rollers sonnet poems

Photo by Lip Kee


I can’t recall the people on the train
from Delhi to Jammu. I don’t retain
their style of dress, their speech or anything.
All I can see is the bob of the telephone lines
where roller birds regard the country lanes.
A beautiful day in 1989,
dreaming dreams of Kashmir in the spring.
One of the happiest days I’ve ever known,
at ease in an open carriage door. I’ve only
packed some touristy clothes. I can’t divine
our fates in the flight of birds, we are not shown
a hint of what the track ahead will bring.
Watching the rollers erupt from railway signs.
Watching the rollers explode on cobalt wings.

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Tim Ellis

Signup / Login to follow the poet.
I live in Harrogate, Yorkshire, where I run the local spoken word open mic group. I sometimes perform poetry at festivals and writers' groups and I have four published books, the latest of which is a 437-sonnet "verse novel" called God The Banana.
Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

Be the First to Comment & Review poem!

Notify of
avatar
wpDiscuz

Watching Myself

Watching Myself short poem

After shaking off the fault the golden thigh ruptured and I moved into the aneurism of a drop. Realization was the key to enter the curve of a moving circle. The time had come to take off the jacket and

Watching A Galaxy

Watching A Galaxy short poem

I collect the unknown fears, better than the known. Winds start a virgin dance of reeds. There was a music for a monk I prepare myself to run into the storm. You are not, what you pretend to be and

Squirrel Watching

Squirrel Watching prose poem

Many are we who live and die, having never taken the time to smell the roses Or to behold the sometimes breathtaking beauty of a cloud in the sky Nor even to take a drive to the west side of