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The poem I tried to write

The mourning dove coos
A freight train rumbles in the distance
Its insistent horn

blaring above the insouciant coos
I should be in bed dreaming
The train click-clacks to places

I've never been
its whistle running out of breath
These words an empty boxcar





Billy

I am enjoying your work more Billy. I like this transient moment, I think you expressed it well. Sometime I think these are what life is about when we enjoy the moment above all else and have the time to ponder.

Hey Billy,

I like this quiet poem. The last two stanzas work well for me, and could maybe even stand on their own.

The function of the first 3-4 lines serve only to set up the scene with doves/approaching train; they lack the sparse, direct feel of the lines that follow. Perhaps it's an adjective issue for me--to many.

"Insistent"/"insouciant" might just as easily be implied. For me that's what a dove and train's horn and dove connote.

Chrisann

I always travel first class

i like this a great deal.your words just cannot match what your senses are taking in. I've been there.for what its worth i think your descriptives wonderful. the boxcar line is outstanding.thank you.