Thanks, Brenda, for the Wordle prompt!
the master die
lays straight the track
calls the train
to stretch from way back
a march to place
urging wordful hope
bound to dreams and
faint marks of change
thunders down the rail
to create
one full share of days
for every street
♥ ♥ ♥
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7 comments:
A journey we all have to face...
and such is life... beautifully written... hope all is well. have a great day~
The final line is my favorite. Well placed! Training...we're all in training...
We keep learning from one another; ever in training. Excellent expression.
I like calls the train to stretch from way back. Well done.
You create a feeling of strength and sureness. For me the impact is one of solid ground despite movement.
We are indeed in training every day, Susan. I love the sounds in this poem. Nice.
Pamela
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