With the writing room vacated
All works in progress cast aside
What once was everyday affairs
Packed away and left untried
Thoughts produced creatively
On the information train
From stations full of passengers
First-class seating in a brain
When final journies are concluded
All travellers disembarked
The emptiness with silence filled
The rollingstock then parked
Just this poem in left-luggage
To be read or never seen
So little space to write in-depth
On all those living lines between
Picture: Night Owl by Charles Frederick Tunnicliffe (1901 - 1979)
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