on the patio
under a blanket of stars
crickets start their songs
lonesome train whistles join in
small town nighttime serenade
As a youngster, the monstrosity and power of steam trains obsessed me, particularly at night when their mournful whistle told me that somewhere in the darkness, travelers were speeding toward their destinations in the bright comfort of a well equipped passenger car.
I have lots of trains running in my basement den about 8-10 inches from the ceiling. My grandsons love to visit to spend time down there.
rege
The lovely graphic image and your verses very effectively complement one another in this fine ode to spring, Carole. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and best wishes,
delicate and tranquil. this soothes, rejuvenates and lifts the spirit all in one. lovely pace and tone which make for easy breathing. a very peaceful meditation, complemented by the image and laid-back font. xx
OMG!!!! This is absolutely amazing, Carole.....right up there with the best poetry I've every read....I'm keeping this one....you've touched me right to my soul.....Wow!!
And there are the hours that this old boy is when he begins to write until the wee hours. Yes, your Visual of Spring are just outside my emotional window...
Carole, you have rendered for us the rhythm of nature's advance to spring -- painted a scene that is clear, rich and full of the colors of nature's seasonal wardrobe change -- "advancing shadows whisper, merging with the evening dusk", is a serenade to the imagination -- may peace, joy and love embrace you this day and ever more my dear friend -- Jon Michael
Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)
Reviewed on April 18, 2010
Carole, beautiful...advancing shadows whisper
merging with the evening dusk.
Always,
Deborah
Carole, This is soo peaceful, beautiful and serene. Thank you for sharing. ....and you gave me a lesson, I think I have a better sense of how to write TANKA, I have always afraid to try it. Warmth and Love to you, Carin' Spirit
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under a blanket of stars
crickets start their songs
lonesome train whistles join in
small town nighttime serenade
As a youngster, the monstrosity and power of steam trains obsessed me, particularly at night when their mournful whistle told me that somewhere in the darkness, travelers were speeding toward their destinations in the bright comfort of a well equipped passenger car.
I have lots of trains running in my basement den about 8-10 inches from the ceiling. My grandsons love to visit to spend time down there.
rege
Blessings,
Christine
Regis
each a brilliant star within it self
Well Penned, I must say
Love & peace be with you
William
Love Tinka
like threads of pale yellow silk..."
i love the imagery in this piece...
this is a gorgeous poem Carole...
(((James)))
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
A perfectly lovely write, Carole.
Blessings,
Carolyn
Love,
ET
John
Anna
Georg
Sandie Angel :o)
merging with the evening dusk.
Always,
Deborah
GOD BLESS YOU
Tony
fee
(That's hard to say, isn't it?)
This is fabulous, Carole!
Richard