crosstie

crosstie

A Poem by m.s.early


designed by man's mind

plowed, carved, laid, ran

through backyard America

 

swamps, lowlands, runoffs

unforgiving skies fading

creeks, branches

 

property lines unfold

neighbors divided

fences, hedgerows

 

winter changed its face

broke its heart a little

rock-a-bye in grayscale

 

cities, town, villages

passerby intersection

pedestrian crossing

 

concrete, steel, dirt

crows along the power line

then there's nothing to see

 

 


© 2014 m.s.early


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Certainly these images make us appreciate the love and beauty of what is at home.
This is just right.

Posted 9 Years Ago


man made things, dirt and crows could care less

Posted 10 Years Ago


gritty imagery of the lands that lurk behind the amtraks's facades.needed to traverse to reach the winning goal. you didn't expect to encounter barren grey, sooty, 'concrete, steel, dirt', when leaving a serene rustic life. love disregards all of these and counts it as part of the journey to to the one you love. all is worth it once you lock eyes. then just know these alien lands is where you will find her waiting for you and make it all better...onset truth serum.

Posted 10 Years Ago


m.s.early

10 Years Ago

Wonderful review Mia. The depth of your insight exceeds my imagination. How lovely are your thoughts.. read more
Made me kind of nostalgic. Awesome! :D

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Loving the play of words great ink

Posted 10 Years Ago


Excellent piece. Love the trains, seeing the world through the window or the different people as I go by in it. All the wonders of beauty that are around to be seen.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Train and packed passengers makes me feel I got a slice of the crowd I wanted to see always, the views I can dive in to any views even the tapping of a child walking by or a handsome man or beautiful woman in positive way, the nature's beauty I love most compared to everything when looking through the windows, but I use train barely , still love them a lot

Posted 10 Years Ago


Nothing cooler than the train - a force that made America truly united. Live the images in this piece, Xavier.

Posted 10 Years Ago


cities, town, villages...
lovely poem.... really really really good !!
ahena

Posted 10 Years Ago



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