Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: Tuesday, August 25, 2020n

Devereaux Frazier and Beth Amanda are currently hosting the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge which was started by our star writer Christine Ray. We hope to offer all of you something that will spark your creativity and willingness to participate.

The prompts are designed to be quick challenges that can be written in 10 to 15minutes,  inspire you creatively, are fun, and get everyone interacting.  Please post your response to the prompt in the comments below and show your fellow posters some love and support.  All members of the Go Dog Go community, including Baristas, are welcome to participate.  Feel free to share this post on your own blogs and/or Facebook.

Today’s prompt: Write a piece of prose or poetry with the words freight train, longing, and nine

Happy Writing!

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    “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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