Saturday, June 27, 2009

Iron Horse


This prompt from my friend, murat11: Radiant screed. After the gold rush.







The Iron Horse
Anxious at the western gate
Snorting and heaving radiant
Waves of attackers
Upon unwitting enemies
Clinging to the truer earth
The eternally desperate escaping
To the promise of alchemy's lie
Steel wheels screed and slipped
Hoofing from the station
Mobilizing fate from its lockstep course
With world order
Summoning continental shifts in time
Folding oceans of change upon the land
Washing the rooted and still
Forever westward to the future

6 comments:

  1. Dude, this beauty rocks. I love it.

    Anxious at the western gate

    To the promise of alchemy's lie
    Steel wheels screed and slipped

    Folding oceans of change upon the land


    I'm trying to get the words, here. This beauty and many of your songs bring a sense of deep history. I'm not even sure what I mean by this, something like, the elemental forces beneath the passion play.

    And thanks for taking the bait...

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  2. Paschal - You laid down the gauntlet! I couldn't pass that up. You cast out some pretty magic imagery in your poetry, mate.

    Your inclusion of "after the gold rush" pretty well nailed a space in time for me. Historical, by definition. The first six lines summarize the slaughter of bison from the cross country trains. A "sport" who's objective is to destroy the common denominator of the plains indians. The latter with the bison, clinging to the truer, more natural, way of life. Or world order.

    This human invention, the steam train, in an epochal instant sent humanity into hyperspace. Advancing civilization, outpacing global evolution.

    The rest it history, as they say...

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  3. Michael: For me, the poem works both historically and meta-historically - apocalyptic in its vision as well. It's a fine piece.

    The After the gold rush in the original prompt was Neil Young's. A title that, like your poem, works on several levels.

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  4. I'm a visual person and I see the train with a ghost image of wild mustangs superimposed. The power, the sadness of the change that rolls forward unrelenting. Cool stuff. I think my taste in music must cross with Paschal :)

    Remodelling Psycho Style8

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  5. Ms Dee: If my math is right, you graduated high school about '72 or '73. I graduated in '71. That, among other things I'm sure, would account for plenty intersections. Not to mention we're all blogging fools here.

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  6. Not that I would want to ignore my man, Neil. I iPod shuffled Mr. Young for about 3 hours Saturday night.

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