Confession

her boat traversed the channel
and aligned with the sand

her plan was to inject her confession
treat them to a torrid tale

she stepped ashore, checked her sect dress
and walked to the sanctuary

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Writing again this rainy Sunday morning with
the Sunday Whirl.  The words today are check,
inject, sect, dress, confess, treat, tale, torrid,
traverse, sand, channel, align.  Brenda’s choice
of words almost always brings me to a story poem.
So much fun!

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About Sabra Bowers

Poet / Blogger / Writer
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8 Responses to Confession

  1. bwarren says:

    Maybe next week, you will share her torrid tale! 😉 I like that last couplet. It makes me imagine what the setting might be.

  2. jaerose37 says:

    A torrid tale – such captivating lines

  3. vivachange77 says:

    The “torrid tale” is enticing.

  4. colonialist says:

    A poem that makes one want to urge, ‘Go on, go on!’

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