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| Open Poetry #12 |
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The Train Jumper |
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Jellybean King Member
since 2001-03-07
Posts 153Jelly, Bean |
No one's particularly concerned That black train is full speed ahead Iron teeth barreling towards us No breaks, whistles or lights A real death trap We march down the tracks towards it Eyes wide open but fast asleep Go about our lives Work, play, and sex As if nothing's wrong The world is right…right? Fighting, birthing, arguing our points Because it matters, damn it Need to be right, on top of things In control, and in the thick of it Interested more in who's first, second, third… Checking out each others wrist watches, shoes My kid's smarter than yours is While that metal cannon ball Comes screaming down the hill And all bloody hell breaks loose There is a legend Of a Train Jumper who woke up In the nick of time And tried to wake the others Get them the hell off the tracks He managed to save a few Who went on to save many They say he died trying Now and again The Train Jumper tugs at my sleeve Only then do I see that metal monster Just inches from my nose Ready to explode I wake up and step off the tracks Feel it's hot breath sucking my back The Train Jumper keeps walking And doesn't look back |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
This is a very apt description of a textbook nightmare---one that still visits me too. I have been late in my Welcomes, so let me welcome you now! Enjoyed muchly. OH..and loved the "train jumper" reference too. |
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Just A Woman Senior Member
since 2001-03-10
Posts 507 |
This is outstanding writing. My highest compliments, for you have written truth. I shall save this in my library and will reread it many times. After years of searching, I have found I am nothing more, nothing less...I am in truth Just A Woman after all. |
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jellybeans Member Elite
since 2000-10-13
Posts 2298 |
wow...not a nightmare...just real life...great honest open writing, with a much deeper meaning...nice |
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thecraig Member
since 2001-03-11
Posts 223 |
scary to read. your words had worried , I pray these friends,you heard on ? your personal friends? survive the hardest times you describe. |
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Jellybean King Member
since 2001-03-07
Posts 153Jelly, Bean |
Hi Everyone...thanks for the great comments! In this piece I was comparing sleep walking head on to a train, with the way we live our lives...meaning that we go about our daily lives thinking things are so important but losing sight that we are all dying...we are all mortal...we are all sleep walking head on to a train. The single most important event of our lives is rushing towards us (or we are rushing towards it), and few people spend the time contemplating it's meaning...or even waking up to contemplate it's meaning. The Train Jumper, was a metaphor for a enlightened person, who wakes people up from this slumber to see the larger picture, and ask the important questions. ...your comments really make my day...Thanx! Jellybean King |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
From a "Train Jumper" what an excellent piece of writing Russ...I got off the track two years ago and never looked back! I embrace every breath, every snowflake, for it but happens once on this plain. Excellent work, just excellent! ~*~A poet is someone who reads more than they write ~*~ |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Wonderful vivid imagination! What a difference waking from a sleepwalk makes! Get off those tracks just in time to miss what should have been dealt with or be prepared by not sleepwalking into it! That's usually the spot where I try to move and I can't then I wake up....great writing and welcome to Passions! The poet is like a cocoon; in him the caterpillar of the past finds rest, and from him the butterfly of the future emerges. |
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