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A Poem About Passion

Like a steaming locomotive

flying fast down the tracks

holding on with friction

That’s not made to last

My passion fuels the fire

It’s heating up the train

It’s pushing for the station

That’s running in my brain

Don’t hold me with your mind

Don’t love me with your thoughts

Please tell me that you love me

That we’re wasting time

Tomorrow is before us

Just waiting to arrive

Our destination union

when our bodies do embrace

Holding on with friction

That we both must face

The station is before us

are we willing to arrive?

Can the wanting passion

help our love survive

Our personal agendas?

Our independent dreams?

And what about the service

To those who are in need?

Like a steaming locomotive

I hear the whistle call

That the station is before us

That the arrival time is now

Our service is to each other

There is no more wasting time

Our destination union

Our bodies do embrace

Holding us with friction

Holding us in place.

I wrote this poem on a train from Paris to Belfort, France, in 1996. About 30 minutIWritees from our destination the engine blew up! I got off the train finally hours late due to the issues. Not only did the engine blow up, there was also a labor union strike, so we were just stuck until they replaced the engine. When my friend Vladimir stuck his head into the train, looking for his 4 hour late house guest, l heard him shout, “OK, Witch, what did you do?”

While sitting wondering what was going on, and no announcements came in English to explain, I kept hearing these words. They were like a chant, actually a folk rock song sung by Mary Chapin Carpenter, and so I wrote them down. It is one of the most favorite things I have ever written.

This is what I know. I know I can write.

Are you out there ready to listen?

Footnote to this posting from March 27, 2010:  Today my pal Danny Hull said he would set it finally to music. Thus, I am sharing my poem about passion, again with the world.



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  1. Reblogged this on Sally Aderton's Blog and commented:

    My heart is on fire. I am full of such passion for life, for love, for my family, for my work, and for the changes that are before me. See you on the path forward, smiling from the inside out!



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