the sounds you incorporated, the idea of people being a forest, the seamless mixing of the train station and wild, the stanza: Under the canopy, among the limbs and copses, an oak of a man overhangs my seat. Tall, deeply planted in roots of silence

WOW. You are such a refreshing poet to read, very talented.

Wonderful! Perfectly executed metaphors, and lots of little bits of brilliant imagery-especially loved the swordplay one-not to mention the hypnotizing effect of that constant background noise you provided. It really is more a Thak-a-Tak! than a 'chuggachuggachugga,' isn't it? And the way you wove narration into this was brilliant. This poem just has so many elements of a well-crafted piece, without being show-offy about it. *Runs back to pore over poem a few more times.* A really rich, fabulous read.

I like your metaphor here...especially the way you describe the man after the woman has left. As always brilliant.
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byrdgirl

my favorite so far...loved the language here...the imagery...the sound of the train...marvelous. it is all so marvelous. every last syllable.

Great poem. In my story the chapters are not in order so it you would have to click on chapter 3 and then it gets you to the prologue. Thanks!

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