Creative Writing and unfinished business…
January 8, 2017 § 7 Comments
still in my bed
three weeks later
image courtesy brianna wiest
Tagged: creative writing, haiku, poetry
Lovely images of memory and experience, Rachael. This could be read as deeply romantic, exotic or erotic. Wonderful writing.
Or utterly slovenly…
Thank you, Chris 🙂
Utterly slovenly describes my perpetually sandy bed – or perhaps it’s a medal of an ocean lover. Beautiful photo.
Thanks, Hannah. Sand for me is like a trace of memory…
I like all of those readings, I got a sense of each one – the romance, the erotic and the slovenly – but hey, no matter how often the bed was changed some of those pesky grains would remain 🙂
And that’s okay, isn’t it 🙂
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