Haikus
The deepest tremors
make all the dogs in town whine
this huge, diesel god
Dark, pulverized stone
lines the tracks and seeps outward
into dying grass
Cold air makes the fumes
from idling locomotives
fill the switching yard
Built, just as all things,
the crack and boom of cars as
they mate together
There is dignity
in these heavy iron wheels
undimmed by spray paint
The low and mournful
sound of the train whistle’s call
the herd passes on.
These iron remains
these tracks no train rumbles down
this gunmetal sky
This giveaway land
so flooded and overgrown
wading birds nest here
5 comments:
Thanks once again for making me feel rewarded for coming to visit your Blog. Amazingly, today I find two new poems instead of one. Both have special meaning for me, but the Haikus are particularly intriguing ----- an Oriental format for the great iron horse ----- delightful.
Strong images in the haiku, Firehawk. And the earlier piece seems an intriguing bit of theater, spinning a moment of reality from straw (to mix metaphors). It's nice to see you back at it, or at least posting again.
Very nice.
Once again, such imagery from so few words.
I got the same feeling as Moose with the previous piece.
Well done :)
Thanks, everyone, for coming by during the busy holiday season. It's appreciated.
Doc,
I have no sense of propriety. I'll write haikus about porta-potties if the mood strikes.
Moose,
Well, I managed to carve out a moment to try and write that day, which was surprising. Glad to be able to post something, and glad again that someone came to read it.
Shyloh,
Thanks for your comment. I'm glad to see you here.
Mush,
Well, it happened to be "write one, get one free" day at the keyboard, and...
Anyway, glad to see you.
Happy Holidays (if you celebrate anything at this time...if not, happy no special occassion).
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