Silence.

Ink is silent, without wording.

Thoughts on tongues which cannot wag.

Gears are stuck, no longer turning.

Flowing words have caught a snag.

Eyes are glazed, and minds are searching.

Visions have been choked and gagged.

 

Photo courtesy of Florian Klaur

Nature’s Dance

Photo courtesy of Ryan Moreno

Nature dances its ballet.

Rolling mountains touch the sky,

In this place, my getaway.

 

Blades of green grass gently sway.

Pollen twirls from low to high.

Nature dances its ballet.

 

In the creek, the water plays.

Crickets sing a lullaby

In this place, my getaway.

 

Lightning bugs are on Broadway,

As the moon begins to fly.

Nature dances its ballet.

 

Deer gallop, then grand jeté,

As the sun begins to rise,

In this place, my getaway.

 

The dance, at dawn, breaks away,

And it’s time to say goodbye.

Nature dances its ballet.

In this place, my getaway.

Cinquain about Cupcakes

Cupcakes

Delicious, Sweet

Baking, Frosting, Savoring

My  personal cake

Dessert!

Photo courtesy of Sheela Brennan on Unsplash.

Baby Steps

Arms outstretched; fists white-knuck-ling.

Small feet are stum-bling.

She wants to take steps today.

 

Hair disheveled; voice mum-bling.

Girl starts a’ tum-bling.

Falling down won’t ruin her day.

 

Getting up; she’s still stru-ggling,

Short legs are fum-bling.

Fixed to take first steps today.

 

Crackers out; tummy’s grum-bling.

Wood floor starts rum-bling.

Steps are coming straight this way.

 

She’s close; crackers crum-bling.

And Mom starts bum-bling.

Baby took first steps today!

 

Photo courtesy of Liane Metzler on Stocksnap.io

Fun at the Germ-Infested Playground!

Such fun, at the indoor playground!

Falling rain has us weather-bound.

So to the mall, we go instead.

Where gross germs are easily spread.

Full of children, so tightly wound.

 

Little heathens run wild around;

Screams and shouts are the only sound.

I swear, half must be interbred,

At the indoor playground.

 

On their phones, parents are spellbound.

Kids left unwatched, to beat and pound

On other children’s little heads.

A war of germs, dirt, and bloodshed.

Oh how I hate this battleground.

At the indoor playground.