Wordle #123:(filters, springs, keep, bitter, cries, enough, South, train, fierce, out, pieces, gusting)
“Lincoln’s Train”
We watched the SOUTH TRAIN as it GUSTed forth:
so pitiful, she pierced the air with CRIES.
Her halting engine came from OUT the North;
funereal and FIERCE her flaming sighs.
Oh, BITTER sings this TRAIN from out the North
she stops at every hollow; leaves a PIECE
of longing for what might have been brought forth:
a longing for what we, today, want eased.
ENOUGH! ENOUGH! this train must slow and turn
a FILTERED message from its jaws must SPRING
and face the hate of late that we would spurn
and in its place a sprig of lilac bring.
Let slow rock of this train be lullaby:
For Lincoln and his time remembered, sigh.
The Baffled Heart
A favored photo on the shelf I keep:
My love, I know that look upon his face.
I’ve learned to read his eyes though now he sleeps.
He poses questions I cannot erase.
“Where are we found when all of this is past?
I only ask, as you’re the one around…”
“Where am I, love, behind this pane of glass?
I’m with you; yet I’m neither near nor found?”
I dust the mantle where my love now stands;
our conversation opens many doors.
His looks do baffle with their bold command.
“I cannot answer, love, what you implore!”
“I know not why you’re gone so long before;
don’t ask me such a question, anymore!”