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

Mark Creaven, June 5, 2019

WORD SLINGING

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.