Thursday, June 6, 2013

Railway - POEM of the MONTH!



Railway

On the railway inside
With a heavy payload,
I continue as this thought
And ignore the switch tracks

The engineer is my passenger
And I pull a freight of gold
With electronic waste
Never reaching the climax

I push the eighth notch
Highball to the next yard
But the cargo betrays you
I am full of double-stacks

Sparks take wing
The stress of steam
The strain of steel
The engine screams!

          ~

The derailment was close
Nothing was lost, except
The lives at the crossbuck
And the tears you wept

          ~

You decouple the old cars
And spot my new direction
I pick up broken passengers
Stopping at the next station

Over white-diamond mountains
Through obsidian-filled tunnels
Sunflower fields that glisten
And muscle-flexed trestles

Content in the journey of today
Not the destination of tomorrow
With treasures beyond the railway
Leading others as I follow …




Eighth notch: The final notch in the throttle; the most powerful position
Highball: A signal to operate a train at full speed.
Double-stack: Stacking one container on top of another
Crossbuck: The X shaped sign where the tracks cross a road



["I" is the personification of a thought; and "you" 
is the mind, or the human containing the mind.]