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Monday, March 8, 2010

Poetry Train 3

Another one! It's okay; I took the all-you-can-ride weekend-Monday pass on TFE's Monday Poetry Bus.


Trains of Culoz


The engines too

have their last place

the cars lose their seats

their windows broken

the bits are sorted into heaps

melted down

to become new trains
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Their souls

follow that silver track

skyward.
Adieu.

12 comments:

Argent said...

I love the ending about the souls following the silver track skyward. There's a terrific melancholy feel to this and the pics complement it perfectly.

Dominic Rivron said...

Like it! The title has a certain gravitas which sets the tone.

Barry said...

Extraordinary images, Nancy. I've never stopped to consider that there must be such places everywhere. A graveyard for trains.

I love traveling by train and can easily believe some of them must have a soul.

Titus said...

So beautiful! This week's theme really touched a chord with you.

swiss said...

yes, this is the one for me.

and what are these pics all about? will they disappear too, like that one of the crazy church with all the paintings on it? take more! post more!

NanU said...

Hello swiss,
The scrapyard train pics come from a trip I took last summer, see
http://sciencegirltraveler.blogspot.com/2009/08/old-trains-in-new-clothes.html
and the 4 preceding posts for the whole thing. Only the header photo changes with each post (usually); the others remain accessible in the archives.

Poetikat said...

The souls line is magnificent, as are the photographs. (Love your header too!)

Kat

Emerging Writer said...

This one my favourite. silver tracks

Terry said...

I agree with Barry. Where do old trains go?

Totalfeckineejit said...

Yeah, likes it! Lovely, strong, intriguing title too.
(Great header by the way.Did I already declare that?)

Karen said...

Love this! So simple yet it really conjures thought! The images are a bonus!

Jeanne Iris said...

"The cars lose their seats" is my favorite line here, and yes, I can see their souls in the photos. Beautiful.