I’m exhausted,
by these bullet train thoughts.
This relentless race track mind,
blurring everything in its path.
Questioning, examining, calculating
the world, in search of what?
Answers…
unreachable in their constant motion.
I’m tired of interrogating,
translating thoughts and emotion
into meaning, leaving my head dizzy
busy as blenders whirling blades.
Imagination gone wild,
compiled in never-ending reflections
of passenger trains locomotion,
carrying me to my grave.
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—–thhhwackkk—–
the tide follows and the chrysanthemum blooms.
—–Ping!—–
Thank you Glen!
I am working on an article, and this poem sparked some insight into an aspect of questioning that I had not emphasized in my previous drafts. Thanks for the enlightening thought.
My pleasure Mike! Glad I could be an inspiration/influence to your article.
hmmn, i myself have never written a poem with trains in it… someting about trains, too, that’s so international (i was going to say universal, but i don’t know if they have trains on alpha centauri or not). ans such a history of grandure, growth, speed and advancement. herders in england, early victorian era, complained about trains rolling by at 20 miles an hour because the noise scared their cows.
and the parallel to thought, works the same way doesn’t it? i don’t mean, it scares cows, though it might; i mean, questions, birght ideas, are all advancements, growth, and at times even grandure.
in other words, i like this poem t.j. and the rhyming pattern is different, a bit looser, than most of your recent work.
Why thank you Katy! I just write whatever is on my mind and in my heart.
What is it about trains, eh? :-)
I felt this poem. We all love to make interpretations out of anything and everything. That in itself is already tiring. You’ve captured these moments in this piece.
You give your words wings, T. Wings that beat across this field called Mind, a blur of thoughts melding into the air.
Thank you for this wonderful poem.
aha, yet another one tires of asking the same questions :)
Welcome to my select little club ;)
But then again, it’s good to ask questions … as long as there is an answer somewhere out there…
Ohhh… do I ever hear you on that… mouse in a jar.
Squeek!
Such sophisticated philosophisation….and yet so simply put and understandable!
You write wonderfully well..its a treat!
:)
Thank you for you compliment pincushion!
well; i certainly liked this particular post; and I understand what it feels like.
headbangers last blog post..the plight..