In stillness of night
trains cut loudly through our town
with strange transcendence.
A contest entry
- Set phrasers to STUN (This is a Contest.) by blind ecye dog.
850 points, ended October 17, 2008, 24 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Strong image of the train cutting the night and the inferred cutting of the town into separate parts. Excellent.
Anyone that has heard the racket of a train passing through a silent night, mournful whistle warning, will understand the last line. RED
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A good, traditional haiku.



