Rallentanda

Rallentanda

Friday, June 30, 2017

Zero 7 - In The Waiting Line - For The Weekend



train ride to nowhere
relentlessly moving on
de vleigende hollander

memories of those rides
watching the lights whizzing by
clattering all night

the sad whistle like
a piercing cry of an owl
still haunts my dreams

12 comments:

  1. Great video. Completes your inspiration.

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  2. "the sad whistle like
    a piercing cry of an owl"
    I'd never thought about it but that is what it is like.

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  3. Having worked many years for a railway company and travelled 100's of kilometres on trains how this poem and video brought back memories for me. Your posts always have a unique character Rall.

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  4. I love the remembered sound of a train, love the clickety clack and that haunting whistle,

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  5. Relating the whistle to an owl, briiliant. I love the colours in the image, A Carpet of Purple.

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  6. what a solemnly meditative piece. I have gone on those train rides before and it was quite an experience! thanks for sharing Rall.

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  7. That whistle is surely one of the most mournful. haunting sounds.

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  8. The sounds always powerful. Lovely.

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  9. I think I know the train you're talking about...

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