What we live with, we end with…
This post is a week late. It is from the Sunday Whirl of: August 9. I wrote it last week but did not get around to posting it until today. Add sloth to my list sometimes…
Each week The Sunday Whirl invites writers to write a poem or short prose using some or all of the “Wordle’s” 12 words. This week it was:
Sin Creek
Sin Creek chills me.
Wants me,
Cries for me. Knows me.
Calls me home.
Sin Creek scries my life,
Plasters a bed
under a pine drum.
Recedes quicker than I’d like.
Lines from a dewy web,
Emptying into a single thread,
rattling
for breath
at the end.
Randy Mazie
The Writer's Village 