When it's dark like this
I sit where I can hear what traffic might pass
in mind or heart or out on the road
sometimes I go out
and be traffic myself
9:40 p.m.
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stilltrucking
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Re: 9:40 p.m.
nice 
reminded me of what I been missing
I can't hear any trains where I live now.
I miss those trains,
When I lived near the waterfront in Baltimore I could hear the fog horns from ships coming and going.
Lay in bed at night and fall asleep to the sound of those ships
sorry for the ramble
liked your poem
reminded me of what I been missing
I can't hear any trains where I live now.
I miss those trains,
When I lived near the waterfront in Baltimore I could hear the fog horns from ships coming and going.
Lay in bed at night and fall asleep to the sound of those ships
sorry for the ramble
liked your poem
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creativesoul
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Re: 9:40 p.m.
Used to live near a train I knew what time it was
Without a watch
Wanted to put sculptures A long the tracks
More ambitious days
Without a watch
Wanted to put sculptures A long the tracks
More ambitious days
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---
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creativesoul
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Re: 9:40 p.m.
Nice writing
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---
Re: 9:40 p.m.
the mingo economy rules !
If you do not change your direction
you may end up where you are heading
you may end up where you are heading
Re: 9:40 p.m.
Thx for reading Jack - I don't mind rambles
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
Re: 9:40 p.m.
Thx for reading, Jana - I like the idea of those sculptures along the railroad tracks - I used to build sculpture out of stone and driftwood up and down the lake shore here - installations I guess they were which were left to weather and sun and wind - I had a good time with them
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
Re: 9:40 p.m.
Thx for reading. saw - appreciate it -
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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Re: 9:40 p.m.
mingo traffic
sometimes outside my door
jackals beware
sometimes outside my door
jackals beware
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Re: 9:40 p.m.
My mama was a welder/ sculpture person
There were four other women as well
Each as unusual as the other-
All different types of artists
Totally different styles
There was a foundry
And a sign above that said” cleanliness is next to “godliness, crossed out- IMPOSSIBLE!..
all around with the exception of a walk way were torpedo casing- boat blades- broken saxophone- what some would call junk-
It is not junk. I grew up with plants growing out matel doll mold- headless of corse
Having a nebulous relationship with my mother
Infused with paint
Fire
Clay glaze
Stages
Processing
Paint
Sketch
Draw
Erase
Darken
Lighten
The feeling of progress
When the jackal comes round
I want to be immersed in the creative zone
Where no one but God and the angels can reach me
In the zone
There were four other women as well
Each as unusual as the other-
All different types of artists
Totally different styles
There was a foundry
And a sign above that said” cleanliness is next to “godliness, crossed out- IMPOSSIBLE!..
all around with the exception of a walk way were torpedo casing- boat blades- broken saxophone- what some would call junk-
It is not junk. I grew up with plants growing out matel doll mold- headless of corse
Having a nebulous relationship with my mother
Infused with paint
Fire
Clay glaze
Stages
Processing
Paint
Sketch
Draw
Erase
Darken
Lighten
The feeling of progress
When the jackal comes round
I want to be immersed in the creative zone
Where no one but God and the angels can reach me
In the zone
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---
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