A river of spent idleness flows and fills the shallows;
Coursing clear through straights and narrows.
A cool clean balm for the burned and a
Sweet psalm said of our fellows;
It spreads like kudzu tendrils.
Above the petrified sequoias
A bent bow full of our joys and our sorrows.
About Paul Lillie
As a writer, I scribe about history, current events, and literature. My prose and poetry are an amalgamation of an
inexpensive arts and crafts project.
A hard copy product made with twine and a hole-puncher, offered in a sleeve of
plastic. The lack of an editor reminds me that pencils have erasers. “Break a verse,” is my way of saying, write on.
Paul Lillie 