Passing Train

Come enjoy this entrancing narrative of watching a passing train with stunning graffiti heading across the country. Abigail’s post “Passing Train” is really delightful!

Dark Side of the Moon

train, burrough, pixabayThe train rushes past me as I sit quietly counting cars.
One… two… three… four… Graffiti embellishes them like old scars
Of past relationships, signified by hearts and lovers’ names,
Memorialized with great grace and flawless design on frames
Destined to carry the messages from sea to shining sea.
A pity they missed their calling, these artists. Don’t you agree?
They could be painting for kings…. One ninety-two… one ninety-three—
Something must have happened up the track, for suddenly it jars,
But does not stop. Good-bye, mobile art gallery…. No one blames
These artists for brightening our lives with their hyperbole.

Copyright © 2018 Abigail Gronway – All Rights Reserved

Cinq Trois DecaLa RhymeA decastich (10-line poem) written in only one stanza.
Syllabic structure: 15 syllables per line.
Rhyme Scheme: aabbcccabc
Meter is optional

Photo courtesy of Burrough and Pixabay

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