Poem Gnome

A few poems I’ve written and illustrated.

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  The Shadow Train

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  The Shadow Train

  I’m lookin’ out the window, on a south-bound train,
  Yeah, I’m lookin’ at the shadow of the shadow train.
  Racin’ down the tracks side by side,
  Ridin’ the rails where love ran dry.

  Smoke on the horizon, moon ridin’ low,
  Steel rails hummin’ where cold winds blow.
  A train and its shadow, side by side.
  Ridin’ the rails with nothing to hide.

  A train and its shadow, vowed never to fail,
  Keepin’ pace with the engine, on rundown rails.
  Steel on steel, bound by pain,
  In the shadow of a fast-moving train.

  
  There’s a shadow out the window, ridin’ along side me,
  Runnin’ down the line where love used to be.
  I hear the whistle blowin’, blowin’ soft as rain,
  Carryin’ on the heartfelt rhythm of the shadow train.

  Movin’ fast as lightin’, the world passing by,
  Old memories flicker, still alive,
  While the train tracks hum that low refrain,
  Of the south-bound shadow, of the shadow train.

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  Analysis of “Shadow Train” 

  This song rides the same tracks found in the Book of Luke:
  The road between what was
  And what still might be.

  Luke wrote about travelers,
  about light breaking through darkness,
  About faith that keeps moving
  Even when the path is unclear (Luke 9:51).

  Like the two who walked the road to Emmaus,
  This story is about companionship you can feel
  but can no longer reach.
  A presence that moves beside you,
  Familiar, yet fading (Luke 24:13–35).

  The shadow train is not lost,
  And it’s not despair.
  It’s memory and mercy,
  Love that still keeps pace in its own way.

  Sometimes the hardest part
  Is learning to let the shadow pass,
  to keep moving forward,
  And to trust that not everything is lost.

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  Exploring Types of Relationships

  Thinking about the girls I’ve loved. This is one of those times when a flood of feelings erupts into prose, and I improvised this poem.

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  Mindless imagination,
  in a world of fascination.

  Wordless recognition, is quite an ambition,
  Two young people  in a state of transition.

  Honest conversation,  quiet contemplation,
  Someone to lend a hand when life makes its demand.

  Improvisation, without realizations,
  Bad decisions, eroding ambitions.