Train of Thought

~~~
A lonely railway station
A pale moon
striking yard
A haggard washed out Hobo
hugs the life's work
of a bard
~
A far off distant whistle
A fast approaching train
In crackling flames of open fire
at embers
he stares in pain
~
While twilight's eerie haze
reflects
the twin
of setting sun
The leaping flames suppress his need
of basking in the fun
~
A headlight's gleam cascading
A sadness
through mournful wail
The slow approach
perpetual
in the cadence of wheel and rail
~
The old 600 rambles in
as steam from ballast blows
And brings with it
a gentle rain
that soaks right through his clothes
~
Conductor shouting

'A L L A B O A R D'

as hearth ignites his notes
~
He climbs aboard the train of thought
While his fading thunder
smokes
~~~

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'Train of Thought'
McEltic,
A lone soul in pain finding warmth in the light of his campfire. I see early on use of the word, 'bard.' This felt like someone..'hobo' or even anyone looking for meaning. I felt like this could be the soul imagining and finding a place of peace and validation in their own world of imagination. Writing can do that.
Blessings,
Kathy

[sette]

it is a beautiful poem so open to a lot of interpretations, the train if taken literally or the train that represents something else.

[emipoemi]

AAAAAAAH! I love this! So profound, so musical, so powerful! A train of thought of perfection! Well freaking done! Much enjoyed this one! (I think this may be your best yet!)

[McEltic]

Thank you... this was the favourite of many, over the years :)

[emipoemi]

....I can clearly see for good reason :)