runaway train.

I walked up
to the railroad tracks
near your house

to look for things
I forgot

that old road
crumbling like
daisies
in a storm

as a runaway train
goes loose
in the caves
of my mind


I search for petals
but there is nothing

I search for a piece
of that sepulcher
you call your heart

near the dead leaves
poking from underneath
the ghost tracks

but there is nothing.

• On Saturday, September 13, 2008, The Zebra Warrior (2209) wrote:
  
  I can atest to this - for me, it's about connection. The train metaphor serves (perhaps, perhaps not?) for the journey, the way you went 'looking' for things (petals, a sepulchered heart -even things you forgot, etc..) and maybe even to look inside yourself. There's an odd mixture of existential pondering with almost post-modernist Romanticising; an incongruous combination, seemingly....and now I ramble, but...but, considering what 71 words spread over 22 lines you managed to conjure a whole heap of images and ideas and perhaps unwittingly crafted intricate symbolism with each descriptive item. The poet's lost identity, the search...common themes but you pinned them precisely to the right notion...really wikid work
  
  
• On Monday, August 18, 2008, The Prophet Untold (522) wrote:
  
  Despite what you think, this really is subtly epic. I can list off almost ten ways this does me in as some of the best poetry I have ever read on this site. And even elsewhere. Thanks for sharing. +tpu+
  
  
• On Thursday, August 14, 2008, Anna Helianthus (972) wrote:
  
  will i have to be the one to say it? fine, i will. bethany, you have lost your touch! this is bile!
  
  
• On Thursday, August 14, 2008, Anna Helianthus (972) wrote:
  
  you all are far too nice to me.
  
  
• On Thursday, August 14, 2008, Ainsof (2120) wrote:
  
  *♥* you may not feel it, but your touch will never leave you, shweetness
  
  
• On Thursday, August 14, 2008, What Limes (118) wrote:
  
  i agree with ness. i could feel the train tracks shaking beneath me.
  
  
• On Thursday, August 14, 2008, saintedmad (1424) wrote:
  
  always a humming thing when you write; of nearness and far away both. . .. all tied so beautifully loosely together. . .. +ness
  
  
• On Thursday, August 14, 2008, Alanarchy (1483) wrote:
  
  Kind of feels like going home, and then getting home, and finding out a new family lives in the house you grew up in. "crumbling like daisies in a storm" great imagery. Write on, bethy.
  
  
• On Thursday, August 14, 2008, warmaprylrain (188) wrote:
  
  it's been some time now snce I have peeked in on you, Luv, and it's very good to see you here now... ~rain
  
  
• On Thursday, August 14, 2008, Sharon Rose (625) wrote:
  
  For someone who doesn't do poetry anymore, you do it damn well. :)