I’m stuck on pause, I’ve clicked mute –
but I wish I could create a sentence as soft
and pure and proper as falling snow,
blanket everything with magic frost,
and fling this drab world down-
and turn upright: and birds would fly back and not away,
homes and jobs would return and disease wouldn’t sicken,
And we’d all be driven to love and not hate.
I pray these sentences could spring to life ~
let’s drop pretty words like little crumbs
to guide the way.
Sarah is today’s host of dVerse. Sarah says:
I did a little tour of London for you and picked out some 3 word combos. All you have to do is choose one of them, write a poem (3 – 12 lines long), and link it up as usual.
The words I chose for word prompts are frost, driven, and proper. The location of these words is Penguin Beach.