The Express Train Of My Shattered Thoughts Poem by nimal dunuhinga

The Express Train Of My Shattered Thoughts

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Without hooting and signals this wonderful train goes out of the track
And it seems searching the homeland,
I see a ragged stationmaster holds a rusty red lantern very blurred, who wants to stop me at a far end?
The station called ' The death beyond the Mystery.'


I dedicate this poem to the poetess Susie.Suheir.Gharib in gratitude.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Emma Johnson 17 July 2007

Thanks, Nimal. A beautiful piece, indeed. Very meaningful for me too. It reminds me of a short story I studied as an undergraduate entitled 'The Signalman', probably by Thomas Hardy. That piece left an indelible mark on my mind, and here is your piece evoking a memory. I love it when pieces conjure up literary allusions. My warmest Regards, Susie xx.

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Joseph Daly 14 July 2007

Excellent, my friend. You present the reader with a puzzle: is this poetry or prose? It is poetry. Of the highest order! The momnt captured and rolled like a ball. 'The overwhelmiong question' Do not ask what it is, just keep writing.

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Sandra Fowler 13 July 2007

There is nothing more nostalgic than the whistle of a train. All of those who have a ticket to ride will reach home eventually. Perhaps, poets will be given some preference. We can always hope so. Beautiful poem, Nimal. Warm regards, Sandra

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Raynette Eitel 13 July 2007

Nimal, this is haunting and lovely. Might I suggest that you shortedn your lines. You might like the way it looks on the page that way...and it might be more pleasing to the ear. I like the thems and the picture of the 'ragged stationmaster.' I also love the title. It took me right in. Raynette

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kalubovila East, Sri Lanka
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