Happy to say the Sunday Whirl has its 100th weekly prompt on! Thanks to Brenda and her dedication, we are able to enjoy this wonderful community, to write more poems and to enjoy even more 🙂
Here is the wordle:
Places change, they stretch and faint
in time when trains arrive to share
calls sombre, well-behaved,
and weird words.
They create and master our mood.
Out on the street we blindly brood –
a silent march
Where places change
to never die.
© 2013 Mariya Koleva