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Locomotives
by CM BauerHeavy
black
masses
of iron and steel
are
choking out
smoke and brawn,
working the night
through the
harsh
chill
winds,
pulling the world
along with them,
as we are safe,
warm,
inside the Pullman,
sipping midnight-brewed
Earl Grey from porcelains,
watching the frost form
on the windows,
and wishing to go back
to the sleeping car. 07/08/2008 Author's Note: Original: 03/08/2004
Revised: 07/08/2008
Original 2004 in (2004) Folder
Posted on 07/08/2008
Copyright © 2010 CM Bauer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 07/08/08 at 02:47 PM You've drawn a vivid visual of a passenger train traveling through the night. Excellent! |
| Posted by Bonnie J Adams on 07/10/08 at 01:46 PM i have been on this train before ;-) |
| Posted by Rachel C Johnson on 08/06/08 at 09:18 AM I want to go back to the sleeping car. :) |
| Posted by Marie Andreas on 08/20/08 at 01:18 PM Fantastic! :) |
| Posted by Marie Andreas on 08/29/08 at 03:57 PM Found myself at this poem yet again . . . something about it just really draws me in :) |
| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 11/30/08 at 12:53 AM this is quite excellent. i have had some fine train experiences and appreciate them even moreso after having read this. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 12/24/08 at 10:45 AM I love trains. I road a few times when I was about 12 from Detroit to Swan River in Manitoba Canada. It was such a great experience seeing Canadian forest landscapes. For me this nearly approaches William Carlos Williams writing. Well done. |
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