A block away
the Truckee flows.
On the far side
of the river,
a train calls.
Warning us
Take care!
Or, perhaps inviting us.
Abandon
the myopic
boundaries
you have created.
Submitted to Monkey Man’s Sunday 160 http://petzoldspracticalprose.blogspot.com/
there are two faces of every coin. a very intelligent, thought provoking poem.
Oh, lovely piece. The last few lines are perfection!
-C
I love to travel by train!
an ode
And do get aboard the Poetry Train every Monday
mornings and thereafter!
train travel is a wonderful way to go. toot toot!
There’s something about the eerie wail of a train whistle that calls one to the tracks. Still, keep those myopic boundaries working until AFTER the train has passed.
Thanks, everyone for your comments. I enjoy the 160, the challenge of writing tightly. I love the sound of the train as it skirts I-80 but wish they’d cool it a bit in the middle of the night. :0)
Love the Truckee river its a nostalgic scene you portray
nice microfiction
oh yes, I like this very much, especially the alternative way of thinking about the train whistle’s intention, to
Abandon
the myopic
boundaries
you have created.
Awesome 160
heck yeah…lets smash some boundaries…
Trains do make that lonely call for travel. What destination lies at the end of the rails. Or does it matter. Great 160. Thanks for playing.
Ah, the lure of the tracks. There’s something in us that longs to throw off our shackles and answer the call.
Noce 160 and Great photo, too.