Splintered wooden track,
parched by blistered sun.
Desert dusts its breeze,
wilting weeds on run.
Carriage long departed;
by foot, steps the heel.
Searing sands scorch;
waters bow in kneel.
Bones stare abandoned;
skeletons line in pour.
Luminous are the scars,
betrayal sought to score.
Whistles hummed of blue,
to echo barren sight.
Along the wooden ridge,
sinner treads with plight.
Lingering smoke is crisp;
lungs fawn the flame.
Shredded heart in tatters;
love boasts this blame.
Withered leather wore;
sole parts its way.
Ravens squawk their cry,
stalking sighted pray.
Banished on the crossing,
stumbles foolish fool.
Returning to this exile,
in scent of burning fuel.
Another wound to nurse,
but wooden tracks remain.
Onwards chases shadow,
behind the fleeing train.
Β©Brett Kristian 2019
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Incredible mental images! Thanks for sharing
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Awesome piece with incredible imagery to match!
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Nice
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Wish I could write like u. U have a very unique style of writing and it’s inspirational
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This is awesome – I appreciate the alliteration. Thanks for liking one of my poems!
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Your images bring to mind abandoned railroad tracks, no longer in use. However, the memories and history they bring is rich to read about.
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You are an amazing writer!! Hats off!! ππ
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Your very kind thank you for this ππ
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You have a great blog. Would you like to share your story on “What You Blog About”
what motivated you to start this blog ?
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Really love your lyrical style of writing. Thanks for sharing!
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Beautiful!
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You have knowledge of the craft and form; mine is more free verse. Paul Fussel would be proud of you in Poetic Form, and Poetic Meter.
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Lovely feedback π I really appreciate it thank you ππ
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Feels forlorn. I like forlorn.
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