There are voices in the sound of a passing train;
click and clack of track chanting
overtones of screech and squeal
a child lacking ownership of toy
or wheel tightening its grip
on this line of time.
Touring through continents, language changes,
rolls awkwardly and I lean to hear
poetry pulsing through geography,
genres and ground down pencils;
those wrenched-up lug nuts
holding the song traveling
on untold numbers of rails.
When I traveled alone, I lost my voice,
merely rocked to the rhythm; the hum
and strum of stories hooked together
like CPR cars, hitched on along
stops in the country that speaks
with many toned tongues.
In a list
A contest entry
- Image 19 - by NurseChilly.
625 points, ended February 27, 2007, 17 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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congratulations!
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I love how you listen for poetry in the normality of it and the way we see things in the usual trips and falls of life..
well done Carol... a contender for me too... well done
Many thanks for entering and good luck too
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I lvoe to travel..I am a watcher...my head makes up poems about things I see and hear...is that normal do you think? Probably not...but god I love the places I go.
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i love the bump and thump, the rhythm and groove of this poem- it just sorta trips off the tongue and makes one want to read it over and over- a strong entry for me- m
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thank you, Mary.....life does grind down my pencil some times.
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"Touring through continents, language changes,
rolls awkwardly and I lean to hear
poetry pulsing through geography,
genres and ground down pencils;"
And yet, you managed to absorb every little nuance & incorporate it all into your own life, your own writing...Beautifully done, my Friend...Good luck in Gill's contest...
Wanda
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Ah, grinder-downer of pencils pure friend..you, too, know the other side of life we sometimes connect too.
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I love the trains when nobody speaks, and all one can hear is the hum of the tracks and the tick of things moving in motion..
They are all too busy when people are chattering away, too much the sound of harsh static, all choppy and sung out of rhythm..
still the cultural differences, the dialects and tones are always fascinating even if they make my ears scream lol.
nicely done.. and best of luck in the contest.
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I especially lvoed Brit Raila nd Eurorail rides I have taken...my, my, weren't there stories there.
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Grand
I hear it all.
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glad to be there with yah!
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