Sputtering along,
my train reaches the station,
still more stops to go.
Once past the station,
the wheels scale the steep incline
in hard fought inches.
The drop would be deep
if the train were to derail.
It just cannot fail.
PLAYING THE MS CARDS DEALT
2 hours ago
4 comments:
A great metaphor Judy. Some days my train doesn't even pull out of the station.
HI JUDY - reminds me of that children's book, "the engine that could"!! :-)
I am out of my funk, hallelujah!!
Love to you
Gail
peace.....
I was thinking as Gail -- "I think I can, I think I can!"
Hope your phone service is up soon.
Peace,
Muff
Karen, Gail, and Muff,
I wish I remembered how this poem came to be. I am not sure it started as an attempt at metaphor, but it works that way, doesn't it? It was prescheduled a long time ago, but when I reread it just prior to publication, I decided to retitle it because the metaphorical content became clear to me. This writing of poems is a bit of a mysterious process, even to me.
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