The Last Train Whistle

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History loosens the thread 
holding us together,
until it unravels,
slipping 
down beyond
the space that held our thoughts.
It trickles
beneath remnants of
the trestle bridge
that once carried
towards the 
dream of possibility
counterhinged in history,
until the train whistle's
last call.

I wrote this poem for the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt #164, which was provided by Sheila. She asks us to write about the following:

What remains. It might be something tangible—a physical object recovered from ruin. Or something intangible: the loyalty of a lifelong friend, or a memory that somehow outlasts the forgetting.

Loss may be arbitrary, but what remains often feels distilled—essential.

For this prompt, let’s shape our reflections into a quadrille—a 44-word poem with no required rhyme or meter. This unique form was originally created at the d’Verse Poets Pub, where poets gather weekly to distill thought and feeling into brief, potent verse.

18 thoughts on “The Last Train Whistle”

      1. Sarah the bombing of Iran is an act that is just begging for retaliation. I really hope cooler heads prevail. I really don’t want to end up in another war – especially one that comes to our shores!!

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