...The midnight train is coming, wailing and trailing its plaintive whistle again
...Down through all the forlorn years and down through all the midnight tears
...I hear its call come burning through the miles, come yearning down the tracks
...And I'm wondering where it's going and wondering where it's been
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WoW! ! ! Thank you, Thank you, Thank you for such an uplifting comment, Smoky! ! ! !
This is wonderful, and incredibly good. I love trains, love stories of trains, and love poetry that rides the rails of life, and this one does it all superbly. What a vision... beautiful.
..Long and low the whistle comes seeking, winding through the long dark night ...I hear its call come burning through the miles, come yearning down the tracks ...Long and low it comes mourning, crying through the dark dark night ...The midnight train is coming, wailing and trailing its plaintive whistle again........touching expression with nice theme. It is really a brilliant poem relating to life that attracts me for second time.
Thank you for re-reading. I hope it is just as good to read the second time, my friend!
Fabulous writing. Not only did the atmosphere of the poem live up to the mystery feeling of the title, but it also had the rhythmic feeling of a train. And he discipline of this form of poetry must have been incredibly hard to work within. This really is a masterful piece of writing.
WoW, Judith, you just gave me a train-full of confidence! ! Thank you- I wondered if I'd pulled off this Pantoum effectively. So thank you, thank you, thank you!
Wow dearest poetess, this one's the kind of lovely poem that I adore a lot. In my view this is the doppler effect of the world we have and the one that we yearn for as we perceive it through external senses or our soul. A rare and beautiful composition.10+++++++++++ Regards, Subhas
Subhas! ! ! ! What a beautiful thing to say to a writer! ! ! ! It is a huge encouragement to hear that! And thank you for all the 10+++'s! ! !
beautiful Phantoum I learned from you mada do eRad me again poetme yeps poet
O Poet- -thank you for serenading this poem with a do re me fa sol la de do song! ! ! !
a poem of I heard the train a coming it's coming down the line it's whistle is blowing so it's time to make up your mind? ...................wonderfully express'ed Susan
Hi Tom... that sounds like a song- -a Johnny Cash song? Thank you for the comment- the poem structure and type was certainly a challenge
The midnight train comes in restless dreams.....good feeling :)
Thank you for coming and reading and giving a comment- I value what readers think of what I've written.
What a splendid poem bringing out the sound, scene and feel of a train journey so vividly! ! There is a rhythm to it.The poem took me along with it.In the middle of our age how we yearn to be in safe station and also yearn to discover the unknown mysteries of life! ! To quote a few lines- Its secrets and its mysteries keep whispering in my restless dreams ...Calling me to go rambling and roaming and vagabonding or stay
I had to cut short my comment as it repeatedly said that I have to write between 10-300 characters.I hope my comment was within limit.
Bharati, I ran into the same problem yesterday but try as I did I could never get to reply. Thank you for persevering and posting this lovely comment- - it always encourages one so when readers make such lovely and personal reflections upon reading a poem. Thank you my dear friend.
Beautifully scribed and much enjoyed your pantoum poem. Repeating the lines brings home the message and develops intense emotion of yearning and indecision. The plaintive horn of the train that calls to the heart has always drawn me into dreams of adventure or riding along a the rails of some wonderous journey.
Yes- that train draws so many people its a wonder we're not all aboard right now having the adventure of our life! ! !
I commented on this Susan but it didn't take - after i wrote the comment it said i left my comment area blank.
I had the same problem the last two days- yesterday I e-mailed the powers that be and told them my problem. Last bight- -this morning- they e-mailed me back that they jad fixed the problem. Yah! ! ! ! !
I guess they fibbed cuz I went back and tried to comment on Muhammad Ali's poem for the umpteenth time and it didn't accept [the old you left the comment box empty thing] sigh
I love this write, Poem...and if i were you i would get on that train and go where you've never been! i have seen the USA coast to coast via automobile. My father always said you can see more via train. He had a fascination with trains.Anyway, this was a delight to read and i give it a a 10+++++++++++
i am thinking, if it is a train whistling, mourning, crying, passing, coming and coming from outside or poet the traveler of the train. haunting poem. very well written.
I wrote this from the perspective of being in bed and listening to the nightly train coming, blowing its warning whistle at all the intersections then going, whistling warnings at more intersections- - love the sound, reminds me of all the times my Mom and I rode the train east to visit relatives. Thank you for your comment- -and yes, that train haunts me but in a yearning come with me kind of way...
yeah when I came across this PHANTOUM style....I thought it was Phantom style... took some time to understand...wow its so simple lovely one Susan I failed first time
Hmmmmmm... actually it might be fun to create a new form of poetry called- - The Phantom - - - I picture a gauzy format, words that slither and slink through the shadows......how about it, Poet, shall we invent it? ? ? Thank you for your kind words about this!
Get on that train! Nice use of this form and it evokes a mysterious air...perfect for the timing of your post. Again. I like that ending. How many times has that train passed the speaker by? It's time for that woman to give it a try! Anyways Susan, this is a lovely poem, well written and much enjoyed. Thanks!
Hahahahahahahahaha! Don't tempt me! ! ! When I was a kid and a teenager I often traveled east with my Mom on a train- - - loved the adventure, loved the swaying and clattering over the rails and the scenic treasures.... Would love to do that again but Mom is gone and I think it would be so lonely to try to ride the trains again. I am pleased that you enjoyed reading this piece- -thank you! ! !
This beautiful pantoum of yours took me to my childhood days when I used to roll on my bed listening to the distant wail of trains (we had steam engines in those days) on insolent rails. The east wind used to bring their cries with it. The train in your poem is our very life. We lie without sleep every night listening to its wails and cries recapitulating the past - the stations it had visited, the places it has traversed. A very great write indeed! (10)
I am happy to have taken you to a place in your childhood redolent with the hopes and fears and unnamed yearnings of youth. The sounds of a train coming through the night hours just plain stirs the imagination, doesn't it? I'm glad it reached out and touched you, my friend. And thank you for the 10!
Oh, I'm convinced by your pantoum eloquence to board the train and take my chances. But really I already feel at home on that train, I'm willing to take the risks for the pay-off of a life of untrammeled space and freedom. I can feel my sense of freedom swell inside because it's not so much a machine I am riding but some sleek and lithe mythical beast
WoW! ! ! Even your comments are poetic, Daniel! ! ! ! Some sleek and lithe mythical beast- -wow! You've got to use that in one of your great poems... waiting :)
Wow! ! ! ! ! Simply Out Of Sight! ! ! ! ! Fabulous Write! ! ! ! ! Feel And Hear The Train In The Hours Of Midnight! ! ! ! ! Hauntingly Calling! ! ! ! ! ! Absolutely Brilliant! ! ! So Perfectly Sung! ! ! ! ! And (Heart Feltingly) Done! ! ! ! ! Again Wow! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Could Go On And On! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! heh. Always Loved The Whistles Call! ! ! ! ! We Had A Train Running Near To Home Where I Grew Up...Wind Chimes, Crickets/Frogs, The Clickety Clack And That Whistle Used To Be The Way To Go Off To Sleep And Doze Off? ? ? ? ? Wondrous Dreams! ! ! ! ! :) Thank You Ever So Much For Sharing This! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! (Hope/Pray All Is Well! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Blessings! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Smiles! ! ! ! ! ! ! !) Endles........10S! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! +++++
I love your comment! You are so invigorated by this poem! ! ! ! Becca, never ever leave us, we grow stimulated by your enthusiasm and willingness to be taken on a journey by a writing! ! ! Bless your heart, girl! ! ! And thank you for your prayers. Prayers are working- been 14 months and she's still cancer free. Bless you, you're one dynamic friend and writer!
Hi, Susan! First, I was glad to look you up and find a new posting by you. I suppose because of the train reference, I thought almost immediately of a favorite Bruce Cockburn song, All the Ways I Want You. Then the image of being called to somewhere unknown made me think of a poem of mine, In the Time Before New Year. But then it sunk in, a midnight train. Hmmm... Is the afterlife the yet-to-be-explored country? Still not sure, but I enjoyed boarding this train for a while. All the best to you. Glen
That was a very interesting comment, Glen, and I'm pleased it had such a broad spectrum of resonance with you. Hearing the trains coming and hearing the trains going seems to have resonance with just about everyone- there's something about a train whistle that makes us have strange thoughts, have strange yearnings... All the best to you too, Glen
It has the same appeal to me as Johnny Cash's Fulson Prison. You know I can imagine him singing this. It is so lyrical with deep, mysterious longings. I love poetry that borders on song and this is a beauty.
Thank you, Tom. I hope it had Mr. Purry purring to it! I was having Johnny Cash/Willy Nelson thoughts when I was writing this- -there were times I wanted to ditch the Pantoium format and go with a different rhythm! I am very glad this poem pleased you, my English friend.
Tom, forgive me. I just read your poem announcing the passing of Mr. Purry. That cat had such a personality that I think all of us at PH are going to miss him greatly. I was going to delete my comment below- but it was so like him to purr along with any poem you might have read aloud so I think I will let it stand as it reveals how many of us pictured him. Condolences, my dear friend..
A wonderful write. This poem offers us to look at the reality of life. Top score for this exceptionally well penned poem... stay blessed dear poetess! !