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Train of Thought ( repost from #7 )
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Train of Thought ( repost from #7 ) |
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Rex Allen McCoy Member Elite
since 2000-01-30
Posts 2863Sippin a Timmy's in London 
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Train of Thought ~~~ A lonely railway station ... with a pale moon shining down An unkempt lowly trash collector ... holds the life work of a clown ~ A far off distant whistle ... a fast approaching train The crackling flame of open fire ... in hearth he stares in pain ~ While twilights' Erie haze reflects ... the setting of the sun The leaping flames suppress the need ... of basking in the fun ~ A headlights' gleam cascading ... a sadness through mournful wail The slow approach perpetual ... in the cadence of wheel and rail ~ The old 600 rambled in ... as steam from ballast rose and brought with it a gentle rain ... that soaked right through his clothes ~ Conductor shouting ' All Aboard ' as hearth receives his notes He climbs aboard the Train of Thought ... just as distant thunder strokes ~~~ copyright 3/2000 Rex Allen McCoy |
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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
An interesting layout and some interesting imagery here. Good work. |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Mmm, I like this a lot. You can hear the train coming..Incredible images. Train of thought..Great idea. Catalinamoon |
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Marilyn Member Elite
since 1999-09-26
Posts 2621Ontario, Canada |
OK Rex....What am I missing? Why did he burn his notes on the hearth before boarding the train? Does this imply a lack of direction?(throwing away the details?) Or possiblity that he is burning up history to travel a new coarse in life about this train of thought? Maybe I am reading much to much into the entire poem?...lol Either way it is excellently done and I liked the presentation as well. Exceptional as always.  When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shodows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face... William Butler Yeats |
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Rex Allen McCoy Member Elite
since 2000-01-30
Posts 2863Sippin a Timmy's in London |
fractal007 ... thankyou ... glad you enjoyed it catalinamoon ... careful ... you can get on ... but you can't get off Marilyn ... good to hear from you again ... I was beginning to think you might have been caught in that tornado ... had me worried ... This poem marked the end to my joke poetry very few were reading it anyway ... so I started writing serious poems just to prove to myself that I could write for real ... I think I've done ok at it ... I'm certainly enjoying the change and I find I take a little more pride in my finished product |
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