Monday, June 10, 2019

Mark Creaven's poem written in meeting, June 5, Word Slinging....

Mark Creaven, June 5, 2019


Only the way the corners of my mouth                              
Break their silence and curve
Ever so gently
Do I show how pleased I am
To see one line fall upon the page
Followed by its sister
Waiting for a while
Another line burps upon the page.
The air seems to move
To blow the words one atop
The other.
Now the thread that was
An idea breaks and I am
Left gasping, trying
To tie it all up
In a bright and shiny bow.


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