The Journey to Elbrianne

 

The world through a moving train

Is a swift distortion

Of an outside world

A hastening blurr

Of recurring memories

Stretched where the eye

No longer sees

In patterns flattened

By the ever changing rush

Of sky and trees

 

Now startled

By the rising sun

The train leaps

With such elongated force

That speed alone

Can not turn motion back

Where motion leaves

Each passenger alone

 

Ted Goodell

October 3, 2006

 

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5 thoughts on “The Journey to Elbrianne

  1. Hi Cousin. I am reading your poems as they are posted. This is my favorite. Don’t ask me to remember it though. The train has passed that station. LovE

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