The Tracks

The clicks of steel

Arouses a sedentary lustfulness,

Bearing weights- in rivet’s touch

Of nervousness, a call is made, for

Wiled distilleries- enough the rouge,

To serve as distraction’s chalice

Filled fluidly, rippling as the stones

Kick into the metal shell, elongating

At rapid speeds, in an effort to eclipse

Gravity, paired to momentum’s

Shift, an unstoppable, yet stringent path

Aimed to connect visions starts and ends

With the focal points behind the gales,

Invoking the aria of banshee’s scorn,

Are the many cites observed in flashing form

Metallic, in full fathom’s force, five

Stops left, before fingers flinch upon

The golden knob outside remorse-filled doors

Of inertia, and its many shields,

Contracted to keep safe

The fragmented and the whole

Many years left aside, those days

Before a seeker’s life enslaved

The persistence of a need for truth

That since such time has shrouded all visions clear.

And now that knowledge has been found,

The tracks are ending too.  Soon

The alchemy of the allegorical,

A pointedness that steered my course,

Shall cease as well, where soon shall come

The coda to this song, one that saw clues unturned,

Inquisitions lost and earned, pieces puzzled click to click,

Smokescreens billowed, yet somehow eyes kept track

Of all the honor in this quest, instead of answers found-

Unanticipated closure transformed, all and each-

Of my detailed notes useless, now

I ride this train from start to end, engulf the breadth of all and more,

Satisfy those unanswered words, by knowing that-

A few cars back, resides, the grail I so long sought for.

Beside the knick-knacks of upheaving roots, where new life starts

And promise soothes the distance dull, families dream of the possibilities that they hope’s in-store, rests a box of pine

That’s 84 inches long and 28 inches wide, dimensions that

Within hold the secrets of my life.  Stones spray less violently

As the steam horn hints, the tracks are about to end.

A little bit late to the party as seems to be the case with a lot of things these days, but when I read Claudia's prompt for D'Verse Saturday Poetics Link up, and then read her poem over at her site, I knew I had to come up with something, as Trains, and all they represent both historically, as a means for connecting place to place, people to people, or as the part they played in the expansion of culture and geography as well as what they mean symbolically.  So I thought about it, let a couple ideas stew a bit and came up with what you just read.

I definitely recommend anyone and everyone to go and check D'verse out and all the wonderful poets that post their work there- it's truly a bright spot for the poetic community where you'll certainly find many new poets to follow and a whole bunch of great reads.

Nostalgic Reincarnation

Ok.  I promised a poem today, well said I'd try, and I was able to put one together.

Lincoln Logs and Tinker Toys

Lego blocks construct or die

Cobra’s laying in wait

Joes of General Issue will not run scared

As knowing’s half the battle they’ll be aware

Lick ‘em Stick em’

Cool to taste

Rock ‘em Sock em’

Robotics on display

Sen Sen, licorice charm

Mixing pop rocks on a dare

Coca-Cola doing pennies harm

While Slinky’s slink along the stairs

In the dark, Bloody Mary may appear

In the mirror from nowhere, so please

Don’t say the name 3 times, if once you do, don’t repeat

Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse, NO, NO, stop right there!

Trouble, trouble

In the Pop-o-matic bubble-

Sorry, but the Chutes and Ladders break and fold

Scrabbled, Upwords, we Connect to Four, spawning a game

Of Trivia Pursuit, that for me,

Often leads,

To a trip into

Candyland.

All in fun, the songs now play

Snap, Crackle,

Poppers sound as Sparklers light the way

M40’s and Bottle-Rockets explode and take flight

But all’s well and good, laughing loudly

Until you’ll get stuck drawing four

Again and again…

Eventually all the fun has to end

But then again,

Perhaps a wildcard will show its face

In which case

Mario and his princess may just yet, have time to get away