Train...

by Jenna Balkin   Jul 6, 2011


Melting rust.
A beautiful characterization.
Discoloring it's own existence.
Messy, unreadable scrawl.
Someone has branded it their own.
It's a stolen authorization,
it's stranded, it's alone.
It's ancient purpose,
no longer known.
It's not what it used to be,
it's not important to anyone,
it's not important to me...

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  • 12 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    A million thoughts ran through my mind as I read this poem. I couldn't place all them but the imagery you create in such contradicing beauty is incredible. Those last few lines- as if you wait for that train to somedy pick you up, though I feel the sense this is a metaphor of something greater.

    The opening was stunning- melted rust being such a thoughtful description- yet much more behind it, fleeting time and love, loneliness so profound.

    Deserves another and another read, so much meaning behind such complexity and awareness.

    God bless!
    Keep writing and thanks for sharing this gem.
    MaryAnne

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