Casarah Nance Poet Free verse

Abandoned

Permanently resting upon steel tracks,
 a retired rail car passes the time, 
weathering away.
Contents empty,
 it is a lonely shell, abandoned
 on an unused track
in an overgrown pasture,
   unseen and forgotten.
Tired after decades of service, 
    it groans when the hard winds blow.
Scampers of critters can be heard
  reverberating through the hollow.
It moans in the defeatist melancholy mod
 that it has become.  
Dressed in the attire of spray painted graffiti, 
 the rail car rust in the tears of depressed years.
Beautiful sadness it has become...
  unable and unstable to ever ride again.

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Eve Roper July 27, 2018 at 6:47 PM Casarah, congratulations on your win. I enjoyed reading this well written poem with great imagery. Hugs Eve

Susan Gentry July 27, 2018 at 6:24 PM Back to congratulate you again for your win again. :)

Richard Lamoureux July 26, 2018 at 8:36 AM One of my favorites! So well expressed Casarah, hugs Rick.

Sandra Haight July 25, 2018 at 5:08 PM Such sad, melancholy imagery in your wonderfully-written poem, Casarah. Congratulations on your Podium win in the contest! Hugs, Sandra

L. J. Carber July 18, 2018 at 9:14 AM Wow! 1st, congrats on your win, and 2nd, I really related to this as I love trains and live less than a 100' from an old line which now is only used to carry the odd freight train (posted a poem, 'The Old Tracks' about the 'memories' it evokes in me). And your metaphor at the end-- can well relate to that as I ride the old tracks into my 70's...well, well done!

Stenila Simon July 18, 2018 at 8:38 AM Beautiful words, congrats on the win!!

Susan Gentry July 16, 2018 at 10:05 PM Congratulations on your win. Well done!

Gregory Richard Barden July 16, 2018 at 5:21 AM Sincere congratulations on your win in Brian's contest, Casarah - blessings and keep up the good work, my friend! :-) <3

Lyric Man July 14, 2018 at 2:19 PM Cas, You write of one's soul once youthful and full of promise. The days were long in adventure and nights were made for romance. Surely this was God's dream when he made us. Then suddenly without warning or fanfare it was gone. I had be derailed! No engineer to bail me. No one who cared to hear my cry. Everyday, surrounded by the masses, yet terribly alone. Without love there's no purpose. Permanently derailed. Too far from love or even a wishing well. Oh, how I wish I could catch a train home!

Emile Pinet July 14, 2018 at 1:26 PM This is well written, thought provoking, descriptive, and creative all rolled up into a beautiful poem. Your word choices and poetic delivery make this a very interesting and thoughtful read. Emile.