Box Car Blues

At night the guitar cries its song.
Together, aimless souls do roam.
Riding rails, nights are cold and long.
At night the guitar cries its song.
No place they truly now belong,
box car to box car, is now home.
At night the guitar cries its song.
Together, aimless souls do roam.


©Donna Jones
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Flannery Avatar
January 16, 2015 at 2:25 PM
Just wanted to stop by and say hi. I must say Donna you have a wonderful way with words in your poetry. I always enjoy reading your work so much. Hope all is well and have a peaceful weekend!
Lamoureux Avatar
February 23, 2014 at 9:04 AM
I seem to keep being drawn back to this one. Good morning Donna.
Jones Avatar
February 24, 2014 at 10:41 PM
Thank you so much Richard.....maybe I'll work on another one of this form...it was fun...have a great week...
Lamoureux Avatar
November 8, 2013 at 12:40 PM
I enjoyed reading this one again.
Lamoureux Avatar
September 15, 2013 at 7:35 AM
Good morning, I don't know enough to comment on the form but I do love the topic and image you created with this piece. Your grandpa would be honored.
Carrillo Avatar
September 9, 2013 at 8:24 PM
Hi Donna; Your poem is good. I have to confess that I don't know much about all these types of poetry. This is why I only write free Verse, Acrostic, or Narrative. I got to know some people that worked for the rail road and also lived like that. Those must have been very hard times. Thanks for sharing..... Lucilla
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September 9, 2013 at 12:34 PM
I have no idea about this form, but the poem is awesome. Loved much always, bl
Ferry Avatar
September 6, 2013 at 8:38 PM
Boxcar Blues sure your grandpa knew the blues
Onclaud Avatar
September 3, 2013 at 11:14 AM
donna!... for a first try , this is awesome... what a soulful air you created here with glimpses of redolent memories... much enjoyed!..:) huggs .. soupmal!
Tacito Avatar
September 3, 2013 at 9:04 AM
Many kudos to you on this 1st attempt. It's not easy, but you did this form very well. This was a tremendous story about your grandfather.
Mcdaid Avatar
September 3, 2013 at 2:52 AM
A HEARTFELT BEAUTIFUL PIECE I REALLY ENJOYED
Montgomery Avatar
September 3, 2013 at 12:06 AM
Thanks for the nice comment, Donna. I've been enjoying reading your poems! This is a nice tribute to your grandfather! Sounds like a nice song, too! Molly
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September 2, 2013 at 5:55 PM
A wonderful first try Donna, thanks for sharing the poem.. xox~ Linda
Kendrick Avatar
September 2, 2013 at 3:32 PM
I think that you got it correct..I always have to look up a form and see how to do them before I write one..Thanks for stopping by my work Ballerina...Sara
Manassian Avatar
September 2, 2013 at 3:03 PM
ALWAYS...proud of you! :) A triolet...I've never tried one. You've inspired me. Lovely, piece, MD....so full of meaning...We need to be grateful for what we have....Also, the difficult times lend themselves to beauty! Love you!
Gorelick Avatar
September 2, 2013 at 12:51 PM
Great piece Donna. My dad used to ride the rails when he was a kid..he kind of raised himself..couldn't imagine it these days. Great how you used the guitar throughout. BG
Jones Avatar
September 2, 2013 at 2:50 PM
Hey Barbara. Grandpa used to sing old old songs about those days...kind of woody Guthrie kind of songs...but older I think...thanks for stopping...
Sivey Avatar
September 2, 2013 at 12:27 PM
Incredible! This first attempt is better than my best attempt Donna! You have done very well with this form my friend, very well! This form can be a lot of fun to do, but can also be quite frustrating at times as well (you probably already noticed that)! I'd listen to what Andrea said, this looks GREAT, she is an expert at these Triolets, she's written a ton of them! I really enjoyed reading this enlightening poem this afternoon! It's amazing that you grandfather lived in a boxcar! Great Work!!
Jones Avatar
September 2, 2013 at 2:53 PM
Thanks so much Russell......so much appreciated!..new forms are fun to try!
Andresen Avatar
September 2, 2013 at 10:06 AM
- Agree with Jack .... whatever they call this form ... Why make it difficult when you do it so beautifully .... finally a new poem Donna!! - a little sad blues... - Love it ! - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
Jones Avatar
September 2, 2013 at 2:54 PM
You make me smile....:-)
Mehta Avatar
September 2, 2013 at 9:15 AM
It can be sung with guitar, this poem
Jones Avatar
September 2, 2013 at 2:54 PM
Oh thank you..
Dietrich Avatar
September 2, 2013 at 9:09 AM
hey, this looks GREAT. Bravo on your first triolet attempt. And how unusual that your grandpa lived in a boxcar. Those were horrible days and I hope America never has to relive them.
Jones Avatar
September 2, 2013 at 3:08 PM
Thanks Andrea...and amen to that!
Ellison Avatar
September 2, 2013 at 8:16 AM
No matter what they call it... you did good! A sweet remembrance of those difficult day! Love and sweet thoughts xoxoxox
Jones Avatar
September 2, 2013 at 3:09 PM
Thanks so much Jack.....you always say I do good even when I stink!!!!
Rain Avatar
September 2, 2013 at 8:14 AM
great job !! less words written , amazing.
Jones Avatar
September 2, 2013 at 3:10 PM
Very kind Yvette...thank you....
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