walking the tracks
my thoughts
go nowhere
– Stewart Park 1-22-14 temperature below zero
tracks by tom clausen
23 Monday Jan 2017
Tag Archives: trains
tracks in the snow by tom clausen
11 Sunday Dec 2016
Posted in americana, close up details, haiku, Ithaca, landscapes, poems and photos, snow, trains, Wabi Sabi, winter
norfolk southern by tom clausen
17 Saturday Sep 2016
Posted in americana, flowers, landscapes, nature, plants, poems and photos, trains
snake skin by tom clausen
23 Tuesday Jun 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
emptiness, freight yard, garter snake, haiku, Ithaca, leaving, loss, New York, photography, poetry, railroads, shedding, snake skin, snakes, ties, tracks, trains, zen
he double checks
the coin return-
emptiness lingers
a lonely reminder
stretched on a railroad tie
-snake skin
railroad tie series by tom clausen
14 Thursday May 2015
Posted in poems and photos
siding by tom clausen
05 Tuesday May 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
freight cars, Gavin Yard, great plains, haiku, Minot, North Dakota, Northern Pacific, photography, poetry, railroads, sidings, summer, trains, wind
crickets…
my eyes closed
to the day
a warm breeze
through the grasses
by the siding…
runaways by tom clausen
01 Friday May 2015
Posted in landscapes, Mexico, poems and photos, trains
Tags
freight hopping, Guadalajara, haiku, kids, life, Los Mochis, Mazatlan, Mexico, on the road, photography, poetry, railroads, riding the rails, runaways, trains, travel
blue sky-
nothing constructive
to offer
hopping
a freight with me
two runaways
from Los Mochis
1978
switch by tom clausen
28 Saturday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos
runaways by tom clausen
27 Friday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
freight hopping, gondolas, Mexico, photography, poetry, runaways, sleep, sun, tanka, trains
in the wind
I rake and gather
leaves
with thoughts of people
I’ve known before
runaways
in a gondola
napping
beneath the wheel by tom clausen
24 Tuesday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos, trains, Wabi Sabi
Tags
freight trains, photography, poetry, rails, rust, tanka, trains, wheels
much of my life spent
wanting others to like
what I like-
in my jacket pocket the stone
is worked with worries
beneath the wheel
flecks of new rust
on the rail…
tom clausen 