Joseph Millar


One Day - Poem by Joseph Millar

Everything shimmers
with the sound of the train
rattling over the bridge
especially the ears and nostrils and teeth
of the horse riding out
to the pasture of death
where the long train runs
on diesel fuel
that used to run on coal.
I keep listening
for the crickets and birds
and my words fall down below.

I mistook the train for a thunder storm,
I mistook the willow tree
for a home, it's nothing to brag about
when you think of it
spending this time all alone.
I wandered into the hay field
and two ticks jumped in my hair
they dug in my scalp
and drank up my blood
like the sweet wine of Virginia,
then left me under the Druid moon
down here on earth in the kingdom.


Comments about One Day by Joseph Millar

  • (4/27/2016 3:21:00 AM)


    very interesting poem.... i enjoyed a lot.... (Report) Reply

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  • Souren Mondal (11/5/2015 8:36:00 AM)


    'I mistook the train for a thunder storm,
    I mistook the willow tree
    for a home, it's nothing to brag about
    when you think of it
    spending this time all alone.'

    Very interesting lines and a fine poem.. Thank you for sharing Joseph...
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  • Kelly Kurt (11/4/2015 12:52:00 PM)


    An interesting poem, Joseph. I enjoyed. Thanks (Report) Reply

  • Gajanan Mishra (11/4/2015 6:47:00 AM)


    sweet wine of virginia, good writing, thanks, go on.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 4, 2015



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