night train
the distant wheels rhythm
rising fog
- Magyar
- Cape Cod, United States
- __I see with young eyes, an old mirror. Here, I hope to offer... as I see.
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17 comments:
I'm in love with this perfect train song...I love trains, I love the mournful echoes of their distant music ...
Once more without ugly typo:
In fog or in darkness we are more sensitive for noise and for sounds. Often a haiku treats this. So did you. Well done.
Rudi
fog surrounding
an empty station --
express train whistles
Really lovely, Magyar. What an image!
wow! a winter journey comes to mind,
good one, Magyar :)
wishes,
devika
A lovely haiku. Trains are great places to write haiku, what with the scenery changing constantly...
Sights and sounds fall away into the night....
good one, Magyar - 2nd line is a treat
great one M
john
What a sense of haunting solace this gives - love this one.
I feel the rhythmn through the coolness! Good one.
Best wishes
Ralf
I like the poem Magyar, there is something about trains, fog and rhythm ...
Train wheels
nightly distant rhythm
lost in the fog
your words together with Andrew's music Mozart - Pachabel Cannon made me do this little remix (dont tell him he might want some of the credit) I love that music it can wonders to your mind when writing.
(second try much better) :)
A good haiku!
And I've just read Rudi's comment and I'm Rudi's echo: "...in darkness we are more sensitive...for sounds...". We all know this, you've found the right haiku-words.
Best wishes,
Angelika
Quickly, before this link fades; in my amazement, I thank you all for your introspective and gracious comments!
_m
i like your appeal to sight and sound jutaposed in this one, very nice
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