From There‑Then to Here‑Now
edited: Monday, December 26, 2011
By Regis Auffray
Rated "G" by the Author.
Posted: Monday, December 26, 2011
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From There‑Then to Here‑Now
I Made it to the City
Coal fired train on seeming endless track
knifes through boundless fields of pure white snow;
long wails rise and fall in pitch across an emptiness
accompanied by rhythmic clattering of frozen steel:
black rails, black wheels support a black worm
wreathed in billowing, lingering black smoke
until the breathless silence reclaims its domain
fresh snow covering the lizard's filthy trail.
Can such memories of childhood co‑occupy
the same now‑mind painfully contemplating
the endless snarling streets of the sleepless city
tumbling into choked and stagnant waters
eating the crumbling flesh of dying mountains?
How the child of then longed to get on that train
and ride to the great port city not yet heard
brawling, wailing, scowling at the end of the land
if only to escape the silent, changeless snows
before life could say, "too late, too late!
Sadly the now‑adult shakes a graying head:
what happened to the glowing promises
wailed out of empty ravines each week of passage?
What happened to future fulfillment and happiness
that so surely lay at the end of the line?
What sort of answer can one expect in the mutant noise
from the stinking, moiling, toiling flow of traffic:
a sick beast fighting to claim its dwindling space
upon the grey backs of constricting serpents without lairs
angrily writhing, twisting, criss‑crossing
ever‑expanding the boundaries of man's hell?
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|Reviewed by neerja gandhi
|answer is...let the problems lie at the horizon.... And have a nice, good New Year...with happy thoughts..needn't muddle up here-n-there.. :)neerja|
|Reviewed by Tom Hyland
|WELL PENNED ... THANKS 4 SHARING! TOM.
|Reviewed by Micki Peluso
|Regis, she did a nice job--I feel like that sometimes--like life is rolling toward its end before I had a chance to do anything great or recover from childhood trauma. She speaks for many of Of us, I'd think.
Happy New Year, Micki
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|This is one way to look at life...and then there is the other... :-) Nice to be back in your port :-)|
|Reviewed by Patrick Granfors
|We are circular creatures. Serpents? Perhaps. How many youth have longed to escape the boredom of rural environments only to realize the trap that urban life sets? I am a serpent longing for a lair not crushed by humanity and its appurtenances. I have one. It is rural and I'm on my way. Patrick|
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|Much sadness for mankind in
the truths of this writing!!
|Reviewed by Emile Tubiana
|I LIKE THE LAST TWO LINES,"angrily writhing, twisting, criss‑crossing
ever‑expanding the boundaries of man's hell? c'EST EXCELLENT MON CHER
AMI. LOVE EMILE
|Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER
|Powerful, asylum in hell, the ever expanding cuckoos nest.|