Hello Bob, Yes it is quiet. I have been in hospital again but am ok now and 
though poems were popping up in my head and I wrote them there. I couldn't 
remember them later to write them down on paper.  A bit like  your poem 
where you want to capture the scene in art before it disapears forever. But 
you have captured the scene and emotion well in a poem.
I do like the this poem and the title. A real conversational opening as if 
you are speaking directly to the reader. I also like the last line very much 
too. I am not so sure about "is a sunset"though. But do like "how it blends 
and bends". Not your usual type of poem but still a very intersting one. See 
what others say but I quite like this.  Best wishes Sally J


>From: Bob Cooper <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: And sometimes...
>Date: Thu, 13 Apr 2006 14:29:11 +0000
>
>Hey, it's really, really quiet!
>So...
>here's a murmur of a scribbly piece for some comments (if anyone's out 
>there and wanting to offer any!)
>
>And Sometimes…
>
>Sometimes it happens like this:
>I glance from a train window and the sky, so crisp from horizon to heaven,
>is a sunset. And everything but the world we all travel through stops.
>And should I weep for realising what I’ve missed – the beauty
>science has no words for – or simply rejoice in the distance I see,
>the atmosphere, so subtle with colour and time, how it blends and bends
>and then it’s gone. And I need wax crayons, watercolours, in my memory
>and fast hands: for, I feel I, too, am only a moment in travel,
>shaking slightly as the train curves away.
>
>Bob Cooper
>(who'n not sure if the title and the first phrase start things right 
>either! It got itself scribbled on a train when the start seemed OK enough 
>-- butwhile typing it out just now I'm starting to wonder...)