Sedated by the lullaby
of steel caressing steel
I feel the wayward workhorse cry
with every labored squeal
bemoaning how it’s destination
is never a surprise
considering determination
comes from rigid ties.
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predestination is somewhat of a mechanical ideal, no? love this or should I say
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Poor train...half the fun in life is never knowing where it will take you next. Very good.
ReplyDeleteI am that horse. Rigid ties are making me mad today. great poem, have u considered publishing ur work?
ReplyDeleteSteel on steel-- clickity clack, clackity click.
ReplyDeletei think its some thing mechanical.
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nice poem
So this is to be the final fate of "The Little Engine that Could." How sad.
ReplyDeleteBetter it should be chained to a rock for eternity and have its liver eaten while an existential philosopher argues that it is happy, because it still has its rebellion.
Poor trains! We can't even free them without their becoming derailed.
I love your pun in the last line. It gave the trip a light ending.
Nice allusion to a train. You make it seem very poetic.
ReplyDeletebob, is more than poetic. ~_^
ReplyDeleteHi all, sorry so absent lately, the grind is really grinding me down, maybe I'll save it for a detailed post if I don't jump on that train and disappear :(
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