The Trains I Know
The trains I know
seek solitude
in darkness,
they wear
wind and cold
with pride,
are never
lonely.
Sometimes they
sing too loud,
or mourn
harshly a
star’s fall, but
they never
deny their
purpose: to
draw between
and connect,
to witness and
serve, to bear
and endure
our unsought
burdens
to the end.
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“The Trains I Know” last appeared here in July 2015.
O at the Edges 
a great metaphor for connection, inclusion and willpower!!
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Thanks very much!
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I have a thing for and about trains and will now add your poem to the growing metaphors in my head. Choo choo.
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I’ve always loved their sounds. And now it’s time for breakfast: Chew chew!
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Ha!
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I especially like the closing lines of this piece, Bob — bearing our unsought burdens to the end. Nicely wrought, Sir!
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Thank you, ma’am. Oh, those stoic trains!
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Every so often, there you are with an atmospheric piece. Thank you Robert!
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Trains take me there! Thanks, Diana.
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A pleasure kind sir 😊
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I love riding trains and how they are moving bridges between places. It somehow seems more appropriate to me to travel in a train then in a car. How you experience the shortening of distance compared to the monotonous rush of a freeway seems right. Lovely poem!
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Thanks, Matthias. i like the idea of trains, but don’t have an opportunity to ride them much. It’s been many years since I’ve taken a substantial ride on one. One of these days…
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A lovely poem – and it speaks to me lots, because I love trains, and train journeys.
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Thank you. I’m so pleased it speaks to you!
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