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Poems On The Underground

Poetry By: Dom Palma

This poem celebrates poems on tube trains in London. They take you to another planet in the space between two tube stops.

Submitted:Jan 1, 2013    Reads: 13    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


They are music to my eyes

They weep and sweep across centuries and continents

They are liberated from books and shelves

They are ideas without frontiers,

clinging to the edge of reality, sanity, reason and the carriage.

In them I find refuge.

In them I hide myself

- of a morning, of an evening -

travelling into their worlds.

They are the words we need when worlds fail,

when the centre cannot hold its own,

when the Central Line goes down.

They are the subconscious of our town.

They are the tabloid headlines of eternity

They remind us of fraternity

They have no need for certainty.

I lose myself in them.

I always read them twice

and find a different poem on the second pass.

Whoever had the idea, it was first class.


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