For The Sunday Whirl poetry prompt: Wordle #154
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root, plan, pack, heaven, growl, heal,
burst, rows, shivering, mending, why, time
And for Poets United poetry prompt: Poetry Pantry
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Heaven Could Be A Greyhound
Heard the growl of greyhound bus
as it slowed to enter the depot.
Shivering with excitement, she
could see her bursting bags
all in a row by the door. Had
a plan that’d been in place
for some time now. No longer
worried about mending fences
or trying to explain why she
didn’t fit into the regular pack,
who seemed rooted to worn seats
at diner, always arguing about
this or that nonsense. Maybe
she could finally begin to heal,
to feel good again.
Elizabeth Crawford 3/30/14
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Soul's Music 
like this new paradise…where dream becomes a reality…..
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Any adventure is a road well travelled. We have just got to walk out that door.
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maybe she will…and that will be good…sometime we just need to put some distance between us and the problem…to give us time to think….to breathe…to see out way through it…
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Sometimes to get out of an internal rut you need to move things physically..heaven is indeed then a greyhound..this piece is so neatly packed and efficient..just like her baggage will become i am sure!
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I love your title because it pulled me in immediately. I like your poem, a lot. Favorite is “no longer worried about mending fences or trying to explain why she didn’t fit into the regular pack.”
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Sometimes it seems it is best to find a way to begin again. Getting on a Greyhound might be an extreme way to begin again, but hey…..I think we all have those moments where that kind of escape and new beginning appeal.
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Brought the old movie, Bus Stop to mind. I liked it.
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Tight and profound…
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Love the unique spin …
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This one was right up my alley… most appealing to an old road warrior such as I…. 🙂
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LOVE the title…….love the not needing to explain why one doesnt fit into the pack……..love the idea of getting on that “bus” and leaving the fray behind! I did the same thing, metaphorically, standing on my porch this morning!
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Your setting expresses the theme of new beginnings so well.
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I’ve launched a few adventures with a Greyhound ticket. Loved this.
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Sounds like a nice clean break. Now for the healing process to begin. Wonderful wordle.
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Love the personifications and the theme. Well done, Elizabeth.
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So happy for her, starting to heal again…
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Great poem but sometimes you don’t a fresh start at your new place. But you won’t know until try
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Very smoothly done Elizabeth! One’s got to do what one’s got to do! Great!
Hank
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Lovely.
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I love it, Elizabeth. I could be her, if it weren’t for my brood. Excellent title by the way.
Pamela
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I like it! Reminds me of some greyhound trips I took long ago….
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