destination unknown

destination unknown

A Poem by Christel Grady

streamline

 

down the line

 

i steal a peek

 

at steelcars wailing away

 

woot woooooooot

 

as the rain cascades

 

down the window pane

 

i imagine destinations

 

unknown

© 2008 Christel Grady


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my father "big billy buck Mc Martell" was a brakeman on the Central Vermont and Canadien National railroad.

Destinations unknown, it's great, that feeling when the diesel horn blows out its sound. Your poem really makes me think about the past and even today, as the trains still come through St Albans. (called the railroad city).

So I really liked this poem a lot. And my father's name isnt big billy buck, I had to add that for confidentiality..........otherwise everyone will be up here asking for a ride on the engine.

Posted 10 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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This poems feels like you need to add something to it, then again since it is about an unknown destination that feeling of not knowing where this is going is perfect. So I'll shut my mouth, er beak. :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lovely. There is something magical about hopping a train and going where it takes you... whether in outward action or inner pondering. I love this piece because it brings me back to my youth when trains were more abundant in my area, and partying by the train tracks watching them careen on by was something we often did.

I also love it because this is what I used to do with airplanes as they fly overhead... though not so much since 9/11 sort of put a different spin on planes for me now. Now I watch in wonder to see if they are going to fall out of the sky!!

but..... enough about me. The cascading of words dripping gently down the page really enveloped me as I read this piece. It was a nice journey to take, thanks for letting me see the world through your eyes for a moment, with your sounds, imagery and wonderful simplicity. Excellent piece!!!

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Simply beautiful and certainly a message we must remember... there is so much out there to experience if we just open our minds.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

i can feel this one deep down like the wind and railroad tracks for me, its quick but loud and a very good piece. one of my favorites.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

my father "big billy buck Mc Martell" was a brakeman on the Central Vermont and Canadien National railroad.

Destinations unknown, it's great, that feeling when the diesel horn blows out its sound. Your poem really makes me think about the past and even today, as the trains still come through St Albans. (called the railroad city).

So I really liked this poem a lot. And my father's name isnt big billy buck, I had to add that for confidentiality..........otherwise everyone will be up here asking for a ride on the engine.

Posted 10 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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