Woah, this is short, but a lot to unpack. First, I would like to remark on the rhythm it has to it - it's almost like a limerick, or a stanza in a Simon and Garfunkel song. I thought that was super well done.
When it comes to the content of the poem, I was initially a little confused. It's called "The Last Train" but there was no mention of a train at all until the very end. Is "galloping in the orchard" meant to compare the galloping of a horse to the fierce, mechanical movements of a train, or am I just completely missing the point? (This isn't a criticism, but just a question I have in general.
These two next lines were extremely interesting:
"Every seed meant fruits,
I picked flowers that belonged to none."
I found this to be vastly interesting, and almost endless. Is this meant to seem that fruits are ever growing and ever changing and can't be erased, as opposed to flowers because when you pick them, they sort of die? I'm probably going to be thinking about these two lines for quite a while.
Additionally, I also like the dichotomy between the stanza I just talked about and the last one. It flips the script from being exclusively about the endlessness and subsequent death of nature to the static, flat nature of technology and how it draws away from the simplicity of nature, or is it simply what the narrator is seeing as they wait for the train?
I honestly have so much else to say about this, but honestly, I don't want to torture you any more with my ramblings, so I'll end it like this;
This piece was sparkling, stunning, and absolutely knocked my socks off. Please keep writing. <3
-wren
Points: 76
Reviews: 11
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