have you ever sat by the railroad track
and watched the emptys cuming back?
lumbering along with a groan and a whine,-
smoke strung out in a long gray line
belched from the panting injun’s stack
-just emptys coming back.
i have - and to me emptys seem
like dreams i sometimes dream-
of a girl - or munney - or maybe fame-
my dreams have all returned the same,
swinging along the homebound track
-just the emptys cuming back
Vivid descriptions make this poem come alive as Ponciano easily make me feel as if I’m there, watching trains on the tracks. His transitioning metaphor into the land of dreams is smooth and easy to understand. The spelling and grammar play a vital role in this poem, beckoning readers to sit up and take notice.
I really enjoyed this poem and hope you did too. Thanks so much for stopping by!
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