A walk alone--
Life's hacked terrain;
A song's drooling tone,
Same beat, same refrain.
Thump!
Thump!
My unfocused stare--
Barren lands, its futile thrive;
My withered hands on torso bare,
I feel the beat, I am alive.
Thump!
Thump!
Splayed out on its hacked terrain--
Skulls of battered, bones of bruised;
That's the trainman, where's the train?
I love his coat, his hat, his muse.
Thump!
Thump!
I feel the beat, it thumps inside--
But for the heat, I'm still alive.
Thump!
Copyright © macalurs 2006
Life's hacked terrain;
A song's drooling tone,
Same beat, same refrain.
Thump!
Thump!
My unfocused stare--
Barren lands, its futile thrive;
My withered hands on torso bare,
I feel the beat, I am alive.
Thump!
Thump!
Splayed out on its hacked terrain--
Skulls of battered, bones of bruised;
That's the trainman, where's the train?
I love his coat, his hat, his muse.
Thump!
Thump!
I feel the beat, it thumps inside--
But for the heat, I'm still alive.
Thump!
Copyright © macalurs 2006
12 comments:
Fantastic!
I love the way you use sound in this poem.. very nice indeed!!!
thanks you all, I appreciate it.
That's super poetry.
I stopped writing poetry when I was 12 and found I can't write ti anymore, no matter how hard I try.
Perhaps I need to take a lesson or two from you poet-bloggers.
Thanks for visiting my blog.
Hello mack,
it'd be interesting to get an interpretation of that poem from you, I think.
I have a published collection of poems (I'm an over-sabi), but nothing along those lines.
Maybe sometime when you're around, you'll attend a meeting of Lagos writers?
@azuka, I would have thot you were into poetry too. You're a fantastic teller. Thanks for stoping in.
@laspapi,
The poem is from a philosopher's point of view, as he tries to define life.
Verse 1 is just an introduction, where he compares life to a boring song. the "thumps" in this verse refer to his foot-steps.
Verse 2 ponders the question: "Am I alive because my heart's still beating?" The thumps here are his heart-beat.
Verse 3 ponders on death the "train-man", he holds some admiration for. But since the train-man came without his train, then it must not be his time to go just yet. Thumps here-- train-man's foot-steps.
The last lines are a conclusion: "If I'm not dead-- I just saw the train-man, he didn't have his train-- then I'm still alive".
I'm flattered by your invitation to the writers confrence in lagos. I will gladly attend if I'm arround. (Me writer? yeah whatever.. I like the title)
That was a summary. There're other strings attached to it to allow different interpretations. Thanks y'all for stoping in.
Great poem there. My type, surely. KT
Er, it's about time we updated, don't you think? ;-)
Thanx for the breakdown, Mack.
Love this poem.
Just stopping by briefly. I have enjoyed this. Ill be back.
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