When I penned this piece this morning, I had no idea what Claudia was up to at the pub for this weeks Poetics prompt…so you can imagine the goosebumps when I read through the prompt (and watched her awesome video!) knowing I had ALREADY responded to it! I’ll let you all have a read, and you can determine for yourselves if we don’t have some synchronicity going down with our dVerse vibes!
Reality ch ch ch ch ch ch Check
The train rumbles through as it always does
middle of the night
and occasionally I notice.
Mostly, I remain immune
to the rhythmic rumble
speeding up on its approach
shaking the windows of this ancient house
when I’m feeling lonely, overworked
stressed out and missing my pen
I lose myself in memories
Thinking on how the rumble has followed me
how far the whistle can travel
how haunting it can sound
when rounding the bend to midnight
Everywhere I have ever lived
my love affair has been with the sound
the history, the necessity,
oh yes…sometimes I notice.
Can’t really call it much of a picture, but I wanted to share with you the view from my front porch. That old train bridge has a time stamp of 1939 on it, and when we were kids, we would cower down when the trains would go by, tucked in under the rails…imagine! Yes, we were indeed foolish, not to mention incredibly lucky. So what does the thought of trains do for you? Come on over to dVerse and share your take on an awesome prompt!