Greyhound Travels

Posted on November 16, 2019 by

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – Weekend Mini-Challenge
(posted by Bjorn)

“A flashback is a memory that is so strong that it pulls you back in time to another moment, maybe more pleasant than present or more horrific. That means that you stay in the same tense as the rest of your poem (often present tense).
To be able to pull you back you need to add a magic time-turner, a sensation that creates such a vivid memory that you actually have traveled in time.

As you well know flashbacks are something we all experience from time to time. So also question yourself… how did it change your present state of mind? Did it help you make a difficult decision?  Did it make you happier, sadder or angry?”

I see a Greyhound bus
marked, Adirondack Trailways.
Stop and stare. The bus runs
past me, colors streaming
red and white with tiny
fir trees painted on the
outside.

Young and free, I am
on that bus with friends
headed upstate, laughing,
and teasing each other.
A group of guys are renting
a house in Woodstock for
summer. We are a bunch
of girls from Brooklyn,
watching the landscape
change. Houses spaced
far apart, little shops,
and farms. My heart races
thinking of that blonde,
tanned boy I will be with
this weekend.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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19 Responses to Greyhound Travels

  1. oldegg says:
    November 16, 2019 at 5:28 am

    Youth was so good wasn’t it? Despite the ups and downs and romances that didn’t last, they were such great training grounds for the future.

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  2. Rall says:
    November 16, 2019 at 2:35 pm

    Lovely memories of halcyon days !

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  3. Vivian Zems says:
    November 16, 2019 at 2:39 pm

    Wistful! Love the memories 😊

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  4. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) says:
    November 16, 2019 at 4:39 pm

    This is excellent… how much we can tie to a visual memory.. be it a bus or a train. I hope the weekend was as great as it promised to be.

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  5. Vivian Zems says:
    November 17, 2019 at 12:25 am

    FYI- comments for my post have (again) been enabled

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  6. Helen L Dehner says:
    November 17, 2019 at 1:50 am

    Now there’s a flashback I can wrap my mind around! Nicely done ……

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  7. kanzensakura says:
    November 17, 2019 at 3:18 am

    Ah those youthful days of drama, mayhem, and witful pleasure. I enjoyed this so much.

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  8. Kerry says:
    November 17, 2019 at 12:18 pm

    This poem reminds me how all our lives become stories over time.

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