It is always Gare de Lyon
and the last train out
of a city facing ruin;
It will always be
“As time goes by..”
and by,
and bye-bye..
The trenchcoat and hat
drenched by the long rain
of waiting and waiting,
of being Rick Blaine
a man with too much valour
in his heart being caught out,
not by the Men in Grey
who only want his life,
but by you,Ilse,who should’ve
wanted his heart and that stood
alone and waiting in the long rain
on the crowded platform
heaving with hearts pounding
in the communal solitude
of a time and a chance
left twisting,slowly,slowly,
in mirrors and labyrinths
where memories lose themselves
and are lost and found,
waiting;
always at Gare de Lyon,
on fateful afternoons
where time never goes by.
Casablanca Blank – enjoy & share!!
Posted by Louis Kasatkin on Wednesday, 4 October 2017
A very heart feeling write by the Ld. Poet where the life expresses its solitude aspects.
I could practically taste the solitude… Great poem!!!
I can say that till now i had loved CASABLANCA the movie but i found the poem even more beautiful and appealing.It was no less than a visual delight.
A brilliant,evocative,touching poem.One of the finest films I have ever seen,Casablanca leaves an indelible mark in one’s memory.So does this poem.