(tanka) Dropped Conversation Poem by Bill Galvin

(tanka) Dropped Conversation

Rating: 5.0


A long whistle blows…
Lone train on the flatland rolls;
A sound no one hears;
‘Cept prairie dogs, lonesome hearts…
Echoing ‘cross desert years.

Saturday, July 16, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: communication,loneliness
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 17 July 2016

This has the imagery of nostalgia written all over it. Remarkable piece of writing, Bill.

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