Time for Open Link Night in the dVerse Poets Pub ~ Grace is our host. I was intrigued with the line Dora chose for Prosery in the Pub from the Stanley Kunitz' poem 'King of the River' ~ I have had a life-long love affair with trains ~ the whistles ~ the magic.
“and the iridescent image swims through a mirror that flows.”
~ Tracks in our neighborhood ~
long ~ long ~ short ~ long
chords that drift behind
pulling the anchor of my mind
the melancholy strain
the grief of a whistling train
morning's whistle calls me from the deep
breaks the fragile tapestry of sleep
B Major 6th chord [ D#4, F#4, G#4, B4, D#5 ]
my day begins with a softened gleam
searching the edges of my dream
and the iridescent image swims
through a mirror that flows
There is music in your words here, Helen. <3
ReplyDelete"the melancholy strain
ReplyDeletethe grief of a whistling train"
Such distraught emotions
Much love
Written as a poet who knows where she is going <3
ReplyDeleteThe grief of a whistling train. Had never thought about how melancholy they are.
ReplyDeleteNothing like it - the grief of a whistling train. Love the music of the whistle calls.
ReplyDeleteHeard it as I read... Well done
ReplyDeleteI live a block from the tracks and wake up to those horns most mornings...I am definitely feeling this poem today...well done! 🩷
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