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Today’s prompt: Write a piece of prose or poetry with the words freight train, longing, and nine
Happy Writing!
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Choo, choo runs a freight train
No matter sun or rain
By iron rail straight line
Know as track number nine
Oh ! Longing for that ride
God as my only guide
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Very nicely done
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Played around with both the words and form, not sure what to call this one. 😃
https://redcat.wordpress.com/2020/08/25/freight-train-nine/
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I like this!
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Here’s my take – https://amanpan.blog/2020/08/25/off-track/
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Freight train of thoughts—enjoyed this piece
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Thank you! 😉
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Made it back eventually Something doesn’t seem to want this posted
https://billiehuman.com/2020/08/25/into-life/
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Clever use of the prompt words
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Wishing everyone a happy Tuesday from Los Angeles thanks for the opportunity ♡
“fleeing ”
nine in the morning it rains there are no clouds j
ust a dark gray block in the sky angelic concrete
i am longing for something or someone to come
in to this rain with me
alas the freight train
she won’t come
she has never been here
nor can i see her smokestack on the horizon
and when the sun sets
the sun does set in the rain
but i can’t see it
the freight train will still have not passed me by
what would i do in that train you ask
i would get out of here
to another place
another time
another land away from the nightmares
away from the cures
at this point
this point right here
we are all mad
the disease is the Garden of Eden
i give into the garden
the garden is in the freight train
there with wood paneling
like an Irish grandmother’s home there with drinks
there with spirits
the freight train rattles and my longing evaporates
it is now nine at night
i have not slept
i have not slept
i will not sleep
the freight train
i don’t see her
she won’t come for me and my longing
the rain will not come
i was born on a rainy day
the rain she is my lover and my companion
and she also sits with me in longing for other skies
that only the freight train can give or take away
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Goodness you took your thoughts far with this. TY
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