Night Train

I love the sound of the train at night as it passes by way off in the distance...it brings me back in time

Murky thoughts, like an algae filled pond
Coalesce with emotions not yet formed.
Slipping away like the sands of time
Muddled in the confines of my mind.

The night train screeches as it passes by.
Blink, I lose my train of thought
Drifting back to my reverie
Grasping at memories that play hide-and-seek.

Days gone by leaving only snapshots.
Moments held as stills in my thoughts.
Creeping back to my conscience
Desperately clinging to a world in which
has already passed.

Fighting the here and the now.
The night train shrieks in the distance
Like a light house on a cloud covered night
It pulls me in.

Soft summer nights, warm breezes, glowing night light,
Sister gently snoring, blinking red towers
Peeking through the window high a top the mountain.
The night train shrills
The sound echoing across the valley.

I am safe in my bed, sleeping peacefully.

Author's Note

just a muse that came to me as i listened to the night train way off in the distance, pulling me back in time.

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

I grew up down near the tracks, and remember waking in the middle of the night at the screeching of the train cars... There is such a feeling of remembrance and childlike mystery your words evoke.

[Robin]

memories of a rainy night under the trestles are filling my mind , I enjoy your poetic imagination ...

[Crowley]

A. I really like references to trains, they provide such great imagery and B. this read like a dark short story, painted a great backdrop with phrasing that painted a great grey picture. Loved this.

[Jim Parson]

Just like the comfort of an old friend. The nostalgia is thick and lovingly portrayed herein. Nicely written, Denise.

[SpokenWord]

I am so glad I never lived near a train or a night train. I like this poem it has a touch of nostalgia to it. I also like the end because it seems like as long as you can hear that train coming you feel safe at home and all is how it should be.

[Tommy]

Wow, the imagery in this piece is amazing! It does bring me back to my youth on late night hearing the cargo trains come by and whistling their passage at each road they cross. For some reason it always made me feel lonely hearing that lonesome sound cry into the night. But we all have things that comfort our nights, and this is a fantastic write about your comfort found in the lingering sound of a train.

Fantastic Write!
RLG,
Tommy

[TAO]

Though I cannot stand the sound of trains, I can see this; your train is my lightning and thunder accompanying a torrential downpour (my vision of peace). This is a well crafted piece you've written... I was taken from that very first line; Murky thoughts, like an algae filled pond—what a vivid analogy… It reminded me of some of my favorite fantasy authors, the language in which they speak. Denise, very well done.