.the train he sat on the train moving between cities that all looked the same next to him was a man in spectacles with a five o’clock shadow appearing long in the setting sun reading a plotting poison pen letter as they passed over the miles of neatly trimmed hedges and buttoned-down backyards lined with the well tended rose and he wondered how long it would take to reach the farm and if elizabeth was a good name for a cow . . . . . . my poem for may play, at tspoetry . . . . . . .
hard to keep those thoughts “on track” …
good one :-)
This was a lovely ride Nance.
thanks, linda :-)
Really liked lines 5-6.
yes, i thought those were rather tricky.
This is wonderful. I also like a lot those concluding lines.
it’s a pretty good name for a cow, i think.
I like where you’ve taken us with this one.
i think i used most of the words from the may play poem that i was to use, but, it is amazing to me how all of the poems turn out so different from one another.
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I mean, Wow – this one’s really different! Love the meandering thoughts of the passenger – ESPECIALLY the last line!
it comes out a little different when i start different. meaning i started with words coming from another source rather than from in me. also, i think that while searching for poem seeds to share, i think some may be showing up in my own garden.