Train At Night


Train At Night

The slow surf beats
until the rocks
are pillows.
High tide
is a sigh.

Potent stars
defiantly battle
city lights.
The sandy beach
is exhibited
as a satin spread.

Vertigo is
the offspring
of the Island’s beacon
until a circle
of light
snaps in the horizon.

From miles beyond
the vain beam gropes for
reflective metals
embedded in the cliffs.
When the angle
is just right
the spherical ray
ignites
the lonely shores.

Like a clap
of thunder
a whistle warns.
Stillness.
The chug captures
every
biological pulse.

The cars’ silhouettes
grow and diminish
in the wake
of the winds.

At the tail
Everything
along the parallel avenue
Defies gravity
then
breathlessly
settles into place.
The sounds slip
behind another hill.

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Written for:


D’verse Poets
Challenge posted by Claudia Schoenfeld

Photo from   Moonlight at Albermarle Sound, Edenton, NC

I wrote this in 1992, when I was living in Edwards, WA. It was inspired by the way the train coming down the tracks, by Puget Sound.

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About zongrik

For those of you who do not know the handle "zongrik," that would be Bat-Ami Gordin. Most people call me "Tammy." Bat-Ami means "daughter of my nation" in Hebrew. It's a heavy name to carry around. I answer to either name. I also answer to "mama." Some Basic Things about me: Animal lover, mom, poet/writer, dramatic soprano, photographer, teacher/tutor, CERT/Technician and, oh yeah, aerospace engineer. I consider myself "The Astro-Poet." To learn more about the origins of the word "zongrik" see whats-a-zongrik?

Posted on September 17, 2011, in D’verse Poets Pub, Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 30 Comments.

  1. you create a beautiful and mystical atmosphere with your words here…the whistle…the sand..satin…lonely shores….a beautiful night ride…

  2. this is a gorgeous piece…your opening stanza is a perfect grabber…and loved how you played it out…down to the end and the sounds slipping behind the next hill…great take on the prompt!

  3. Perfect capture of the rapture.

  4. This is really beautiful. The combination of very direct and precise description, yet with a mystical/psychological feel. I especially love the pillow rocks and vertigo beacon.

  5. Beautiful and flowing… the first couple of stanzas really set the dreamy mood.

  6. you took us on a most mystical and magic ride…wonderful

  7. It really is about the sound…slipping away behind another hill. Nice

  8. There is a kind of suspense that builds, peaks and then subsides “as everything settles breathlessly into place.” I didn’t know if the train was going to make it or not. Good poem.

  9. Strong layers make this an interseting read with all the intensity – i was rapt

  10. Wonderful effort into this piece. The ride was great. I heard the wheels on the tracks.

  11. I hear the sounds and lights as the train moves at night.

    I like these lines:

    When the angle
    is just right
    the spherical ray
    ignites
    the lonely shores.

    Thanks for sharing this ~

  12. Definitely both a visual and an aural piece–meticulous and effective.

  13. Very nice imagery, great choice of words, sensory words, really enjoyed, thanks

  14. A wonderful piece… love how the surf and sands become satin blanketing the world beyond the window. Beautiful.

  15. Pretty cool. My only problem was, I didn’t get a sense of where you were, relative to the train….

  16. Like a clap
    of thunder
    a whistle warns.
    Stillness.
    The chug captures
    every
    biological pulse.

    This is a really alive verse among a well executed poem.

  17. This is a train in the deep of the dark, almost too far away to hear moving with sound but a sound only imagined as one sees it, hears it almost subconsciously drifting off to sleep as it goes past the last curve hidden by the hills. Gorgeous, fluid, real. G.

  18. A terrific poem– rich in detail, nicely nuanced. xxxxj

  19. Enjoyed the movement you captured in words with this, lovely write ~ Rose

  20. You have really made this train journey come alive. Beautiful wording and images.

  21. Excellent. Beautiful flow and imagery here. “Vertigo is / the offspring / of the Island’s beacon”, and “The chug captures every / biological pulse” are just a few of my favorite passages.

  22. This felt like a surreal description with magic fluttering just below the surface of your words.

  23. Your opening line hooked me from the beginning and took me on a beautiful ride.

  24. breathlessly
    settles into place.
    The sounds slip
    behind another hill

    such a beautifully written piece. Thank you.

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