Sunday, August 25, 2013

Fragment


Train
keeps
old truck
algorithm

cries
out
south
gusting wind

sprung
thoughts
enough
filtered

left
yet
bitter
pieces taste



 Image1 credit: ahawallpaper.com
Image2 credit: Brenda W. Sunday Whirl

11 comments:

  1. A bitter taste keeps one alert at least, nature of the beast

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  2. a wonderful enegry to your poem.

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  3. Yes, some life experiences leave a bitter taste. I like the train moving forward.

    About the Fibonacci form, it should be:

    1/1/2/3/5/8

    syllables or words per line :)

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    1. Sorry, Humbird. I don't follow how you counted the words, 1/1/2/3. Where are the line breaks? :)

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    2. Peace, Loredana.... next time I will write different variation of Fibonacci...we have so many choices....glad you like this form

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  4. I love your poem-sometimes our train is a rhythmic journey and sometimes a wreck. We can on though- I think I can, I think I can!

    Thanks for visiting me and the advice :D
    You are so kind!

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  5. i rather like the sounds of a train...i grew up falling asleep to their rocking...sprung thoughts, i wonder if those are not memories and some of them def leave a bitter taste....

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  6. I have to agree with the others--great energy, and the bitter taste.

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