the train whistle
cuts through howls
flung by rabid coyotes
strung by chains of chaos
a double track cambers
fading toward untried
clicks across countryside
spiked by towns to
span old years and miles
tunnels come and go
offer flashes of light
slap shadows into dark
the song of yearning
merges with tones of oath
the train whistles
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Prompt of Ceremonies posted by Totally Optional Prompts.
Watercolor by Sue.
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Fractals Photos Poetry Prose Watercolor
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Philly to DC
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12 comments:
That's a great journey of words! And the journey of US is so well described.
How about sending a poem for my blog? http://www.catapulttomars.blogspot.com/
I'd like to have your writing there!
Like the way you use the train to announce the new...
Let's hope the destination was worth the journey.
Really nice...
i hope it was a lovely journey...
beautiful as always sue.....
oh my gosh, that is beautiful tw, cannot help but the consider lincoln's thoughts as well in such a time as his... and thank you for yr encouraging comments...
Dear Sue,
I do hope we the people have changed. I hope now is the time for intelligent discourse. It has been a long 8 years.
I feel old. I shall listen for the train's whistle.
Sherry
the watercolor painting is so beautiful....
I have something for you, here
http://elmanohara.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-awards.html
I can hear the train clicking down the track. Well done.
Fine poem. Enjoyable to read.
Love the water colour..
said the spider to the fly
lovely.
oh, and thanks for coming by...
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