A response to Jingle Poetry's prompt of Trips,Travel and Vacation.
First night at the resort.
We'd found the perfect spot:
The Heron by the Lake.
We parked beneath the trees.
Beyond them, the lake shone
like burnished gold almost,
so polished by the moon.
Just then a train sped by,
quite close, beyond the trees,
its sonic boom came first.
Itself a bit behind,
took ages to rush by
in clouds of dust and smoke.
Its slipstream took my hat.
The trees, bowed down in awe,
were shaken to their roots.
The lake had disappeared.
And then was peace again:
tranquility restored.
Mid-day when we next went.
A warm day, overcast.
A table by the lake.
No trees to hide the view.
No heron to be seen -
nor rail tracks anywhere.
Just pebbles by the lake -
except a sudden beam
revealed an old rail track
at least two meters down
beneath the silent lake.
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14 comments:
i was there with your words. Beautiful poem Dave.
Wow, very beautiful, haunting, mysterious. I was there also, sitting by the lake. You took me there. Great poem....
Thanks for dropping by David and the heads up about difficulties reading... the dogs been moved and I'm feasting my eyes on your space...
go to beach,
enjoy the open view,
reside on a resort,
do some fun sport...
life is HEAVEN that way,
Thanks for the magical entry.
A++
I never cease to be amazed at you daily output, Dave. You're probably tired of hearing that but it is truly amazing.
A beautifully told haunting tale. Great imagery.
So powerful, yet so gentle. I was transported so briefly out of my living room (and my head) and yet it felt like I had been a world away, for centuries, and back, subtly changed. Thank you.
Ghost tracks! You are such a story teller. I envy you your brevity, your ability to evoke so much ... gee. You must be a poet er something.
You put a story into so few words beautifully.
A train with smoke. A hat. A time that once was.
nicely descriptive and well written :)
great write david and thanks for coming by..
120 Socks
Thank you for that.
Momo Luna
Hi, good to have your comment. Thanks.
43spiders
Welcome to the blog, thanks for visiting. I only mentioned the difficulty as something that might put off potential visitors. A good read, though.
Jingle
Great. Many thanks for commenting.
David
No, I never get tired of being praised! Seriously, thanks. (Shorter one today!)
anthonynorth>
Thanks for the kind comment.
Jeanette
Well, a wannabee! Thanks.
Bee
Thanks for the visit and the comment.
wordsasunder
Hi and welcome to my blog. Good to have you commenting.
fiveloaf
Good to have your comment. Thanks for it.
So polished by the moon ... \like that beautifully written! Intrigue and mystery, the unexpected!
In my humble opinion, trains have magical properties which might explain all of the mystery.
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