Thursday, August 20, 2015

Making Tracks

    Photo by Douglas Sailsbiry

My mind, my heart, my thoughts are racing;
it’s time to leave this land of lacking,
cause now it's clear, what I am facing.
My mind, my heart, my thoughts are racing
all night, awake, I spend it pacing.
With morning light to finish packing
my mind, my heart, my thoughts are racing.
It’s time to leave this land of lacking.



12 comments:

  1. Moving on necessary, but a bit painful. Great voice for the photo. Thank you so much for writing for the prompt!

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  2. I really like this. Well done!

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  3. Have to leave the lack for a more fun shack

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  4. What a great way to use the tempo of the triolet. The cadence moves you along to leave what's lacking.

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  5. all night, awake, I spend it pacing.
    With morning light to finish packing

    What is lacking can well make things a bit confusing. But if the resolve is to finish packing in the morning then it must be done with lots of thinking

    Hank

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  6. Just restless, gotta get on outta town...

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  7. You really captured the pace of a train in your rhythm. This was well done.

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  8. Love the way the lines repeat like your racing thoughts.

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  9. "this land of lacking"---what a great line and what a great place to be leaving behind!

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  10. Mary, you walloped this one right down the tracks ~

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  11. The rhythm for this is pitch-perfect...well done, Mary!

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