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

Weekend Mini challenge: Fibonacci
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9 comments:

  1. Pat HattAugust 25, 2013 at 6:23 PM

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

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  2. UnknownAugust 25, 2013 at 6:54 PM

    a wonderful enegry to your poem.

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  3. humbirdAugust 25, 2013 at 7:37 PM

    or 1-1-2-3

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  4. EllaAugust 25, 2013 at 7:42 PM

    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. Brian MillerAugust 25, 2013 at 9:00 PM

    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. hedgewitchAugust 25, 2013 at 9:40 PM

    Very creative.

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  7. humbirdAugust 25, 2013 at 10:27 PM

    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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  8. AnonymousJune 2, 2015 at 6:26 AM

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

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