Trains Passing

for Emily, because we both love rain & trains. ( a poem I wrote in college..a long time ago)

Trains Passing

Alone I am watching
the long, wavery shadows
of the night train passing
Each night the trains flash
across my ceiling
a steady pattern of movement,
relentless as night

 

But I have spent a lifetime
watching trains pass
Their distant calls
are lost to me
It is only the last sound
of their silence
that is troubling
like the aimless wave
of a brakeman

Reviews

[Greg Skura]

I live beside the tracks until i was a teenager the train used to put me to sleep at night! Thank You!

[Aludra]

You wrote this a long time ago? You know, there is just something I love about poems and writing that was written ages ago. They thrust me into imagination, and wonder.

I really enjoyed reading your poem. I wish it was longer. It'd be nice to know what you love about rains, and trains and more of how you feel to connect with both you and your poem.

[Emily B]

oh, oh, the places they'll go . . .

I was nineteen before I ever rode a train. And visiting my college roommate across the big pond. It was every bit as magical as I had always imagined.