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.
For the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.
Moving on necessary, but a bit painful. Great voice for the photo. Thank you so much for writing for the prompt!
ReplyDeleteThis is soo moving...!!!
ReplyDeleteI really like this. Well done!
ReplyDeleteHave to leave the lack for a more fun shack
ReplyDeleteWhat a great way to use the tempo of the triolet. The cadence moves you along to leave what's lacking.
ReplyDeleteall night, awake, I spend it pacing.
ReplyDeleteWith 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
Just restless, gotta get on outta town...
ReplyDeleteYou really captured the pace of a train in your rhythm. This was well done.
ReplyDeleteLove the way the lines repeat like your racing thoughts.
ReplyDelete"this land of lacking"---what a great line and what a great place to be leaving behind!
ReplyDeleteMary, you walloped this one right down the tracks ~
ReplyDeleteThe rhythm for this is pitch-perfect...well done, Mary!
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