inauspicious type of day
ambiguous and gray
without a clearcut color
no red to fire the dawn
crows slept through the fog
Ol' Number Nine shed its whistle
lumbered down the rusty rail
last trip across the flatland track
double line torn up on Thursday
permits a prairie roofed with gates
paved by pretend manors,
wishful For Sale banners wave
Watercolor, pen and ink bookmark
3Word Wednesday Prompt: ambiguous nine slept
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Wonderfully evocative. I particularly like the first stanza and what you did with the number 9!
This is a great line
no red to fire the dawn
Love the image that brings to mind.
I think that each week, there are people for whom the words work perfectly, and people who struggle greatly with them. It's just one of the many things that make 3WW so wonderful :)
without a clearcut color
no red to fire the dawn
Loved that.
And I think it was worth the number of daylight hours you burned to get this out.
I like the idea of a train shedding its whistle - also crows sleeping through the fog.
I agree. Very evocative. Word pictures. Lovely. Very nicely executed, the 3 words meld inconspicuously.
~S
marvelous - both poem and watercolor!
the tendrils of suburbia engulf the world... sad.. but true... wonderfully executed....
It boggled me out of my mind!
''crows slept through the fog
Ol' Number Nine shed its whistle
I also liked the way you worked in number nine. Wish I'd have thought of that :) Thanks for participating.
You put me to shame with your wonderful pieces of poetry/art. I loved this poem. Thank you for sharing such beauty with us. Your mind is incredible. Keep up the good work.
Michelle Johnson
Very cool watercolor, Sue! I also love your poem -- and the image of crows sleeping through the fog.
:)
It may have taken time, but it wasn't time wasted.
Susan, it was well worth the effort, I loved the reference to he fog and Ol' Number Nine, too. And love the colors in your watercolor.
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