Showing posts with label Train. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Train. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Li'l Artist On Move

On wet train window,
A child draws funny faces
-using finger as brush.

Copyright 2009

Friday, January 16, 2009

Murphy's Tanka #51

Riding in comfort,
Our train re-routed halfway!
-windchill at zero.
Walked a good seven blocks home,
can't turn key-doorlock frozen.

Copyright 2009

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Early Commute Blues

On frigid morning,
Crowd boards train, huddles in seats
-then new crowd gathers.

Copyright 2008

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Murphy's Haiku #47

After long train ride,
I finally arrive home!
-my keys locked inside.

Copyright 2008

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Sunrise Express

On the morning train,
Small girl's head on Papa's lap
-last wink before school.

Copyright 2008

Friday, October 10, 2008

Murphy's Haiku #43

Appointment in town,
With luck, I just might make it
-got on outbound train.

Copyright 2008

Saturday, September 6, 2008

Murphy's Haiku #35

Loaded down with bags,
I finally got a seat
-train then re-routed!

Copyright 2008

Monday, July 7, 2008

A Summer Day's End

Moon On the night train home,
A little girl runs between seats
-parents fall to sleep.

Copyright 2008





Saturday, June 14, 2008

Making New Friends

Hamster Lady on the train
Stares intensely into box
-hamster is stirring.

Copyright 2008





Friday, April 4, 2008

NaPoWriMo #4

Sneaker The train is leaving
As I come up to the stop
-guess it's time to fly.

Copyright 2008





Thursday, April 3, 2008

NaPoWriMo #3

In A Rush?
Watch Mass Transit plays
Three Train Monty with schedules
-we sweat time fragments.

Copyright 2008





Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Lets Go For The White Christmas!

Polar Desert
by Edward S. Gault

White roofs.
The trees,
Their limbs burdened with snow,
Sag to the ground.
The train tracks
Stretch across the frozen
ground
Toward the horizon,
Then vanish-
Snow gusts.
The pond
Covered with a thick sheet of ice,
Is like a sanctuary
For all life beneath
- quiet reigns.
Like arrows, icicles
hanging from the wires
point the way.
The sun triumphs,
Snow glistens.

Copyright 2007