Hear that lonesome whistle blow
the clatter of its wheels
trains we ride in dreams at night
when fantasies prevail.
Random flights of fancy
meant to titillate the mind
mem'ries from some yesterday
suspended still in time.
From past the midnight hour
'til the magic light of dawn
when the dewy gleam of sunrise
shimmers on the lawn.
Poets in their beds asleep
in dreams of black and white
awaken with the morning
in a sudden burst of light.
Chances are they've dreamed
of days that might have been
when golden words of wisdom flowed
from a lowly writers pen.
A contest entry
- Inspire Me by Arrianna MacEwan.
600 points, ended January 24, 24 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Absolutely beautiful, so many times I have awaken with an inspiration for a poem...
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I often jump out of bed in the wee hours of the night to write down some repetative poetic phrase before it is lost to another. Thanks so much for entering and good luck in the contest.
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In my dreams, I have tried to catch that "train" sometimes when half awake a perfect golden line will come into mind, and if I had jotted it down, if wouldn't have escaped. This poem could get you a ticket to ride that train. I like it much!
Images of black and white bursting into golden color, and the rhyme is easy on the tongue and mind. Perfect title for a perfect little poem about the train of thought. 
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David - I thought I'd drop in again and was not disappointed. The read is very smooth and lyrical. Kudos, my friend!
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Ohhh the imagery!
this is pretty fantastic!
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I love the inferences here, particularly as expressed in that last stanza. Good luck in the contest, my friend.
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