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Late Night Freight Train Blues
by Michael S. True
Friday, March 16, 2007
Rated "G" by the Author.
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(5 diesel engines, 73 boxcars, 14 liquid tankers, 6 grain hoppers, 2 piggy-back flat cars, and if you’re lucky, 1 caboose)
Dark
Night
Distant
Beam
Sweeping
Across
Creosote
Stained
Ties,
Spike
Driven
Rails
Shine,
Sparks fly!
Here she comes!
Here she comes!
Here she comes!
Heavy
Metal
Pounding
Pistons,
Thor’s
Thunder,
Roaring
Iron
Mass
Rushing
Past
Prairie
Silos,
Climbing
Over
Hollowed out
Mountains
Passing,
Fast
Fading
Forests,
Fading
Fast,
Fading
Fading
Only to be found
Again
Circumventing
Yet another
Sleepy
Suburban neighborhood.
Sublimely,
This heart beat,
This heartbeat,
This heartbeat,
Moves on,
Tiptoes through
Crazy concrete
Canyons
Leaps
Over
Tripping
Asphalt
Routes,
Passes my house,
Knocks
Softly on my
Window pane,
Her presence,
Punctual,
Comforting.
I listen as
She punctuates
My moon-bathed
Cityscape.
I hear her
Distant
Cling-clang,
Rattle, clank,
Rumble, squeak
Rumble, rumble
Salutations.
She glides,
Forever
Laden
With this
Nation’s
Keepsakes.
Bearing
This burden
Like a
Well-kept
Secret.
Her prowess
Eternally
Etched
In
One
Long,
Linear
Silhouette.
Gracefully, these
Benevolent
Dirty dancing
Diesels
Rise above
The midnight,
Calling to the stars
In
Trumpeted
Staccato half notes.
Mesmerizing
Heaven’s
Celestial choir
With
Ripping
Nocturnal
Intonations.
A sound,
Neither wail
Nor cry,
That drifts
Deliciously
Skyward.
Wafting,
Waning.
Dreamily
Distorted,
Resonating
In
A
Sigh,
A
Soft and
Repetitious,
Lullaby.
Teasing
My
Keenly
Attuned
Engine
Ears
With
One
Last
Refrain
Of
The
Late
Night
Freight
Train
Blues.
There she goes!
There she goes!
There she goes!
There she goes!
There she goes!
There she goes!
There she goes!
Michael True © 2007
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| Reviewed by Linda Hill |
3/19/2007 |
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Michael,
Wow! As Karla says you can 'feel' the train coming in this wonderful poem. I love trains. As a chld I lived beside a railroad track and heard the trains coming and going day and night. Thank you for this awesome poetry.
Many blessings,
~Linda |
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| Reviewed by Chantilly Lace |
3/16/2007 |
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| Interesting write |
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
3/16/2007 |
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Michael,
One feeeeeeeeeels the thunder under theri feet, feeeeeeeeeeels the rushing of air passing by...thank God for trains. :) Well done!
((((HUGS)))) and love, Karla. |
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