By the Tracks
life is the silent terminal ache,
gentle reverberations in the wind
the iron earth
calling to the unknown hope of time.
Somewhere steel belches,
the smoke, flaming flies
between the beauty and decay.
Heart throbs to the notion—
old men questioning burial rites
for the ache, undeserving, still hums life’s wait.
Cataclysm drifts within the rails,
stoking questions of unmaking—
wonders of dissolution.
Mad men call out boarding orders
through shrieks of shuffling feet,
silence in the foot-borne stares
tick-ticking down flesh;
* I must say it feels good to write poetry, between everything else. Writing may be a passion, but poetry…poetry is legitimately a sweet release for me. With all the marketing and whatnot I’m having to do with the impending book release, it is a breath of fresh air…in the midst of a whirlwind. This is my latest humble offering to the dVerse Poets community, though I sadly preface it with the note that next week may be a bit hectic to join in the fun then. We’ll see – but with the book launch on Monday, my head might be in a totally new zone. Hopefully the muse sticks with me over the course of the week, though, and makes that warning for naught.