huggermugger jinglejangle
of mishmashed stuff
land in the junk drawer
amid pencils and sandpaper rough
I sorted it a month ago
down to sixteen mere things
now there is pink playdough
blue ribbons and six gemstone rings
cleaning it is fruitless
a wasted effort to me
I refuse to take total blame
and watch a bit more TV
Gnomes toss stuff in there
in the middle of the night
other times I put things in
to get them out of sight.
Categories:
jinglejangle, me,
Form: Free verse
tippy-toe tap tap
pitter-patter slosh
splish splosh, splash,
drip of tap
purr of cat
twits of bird chat
ratter tat, ratter tat
knocks on my door.
The unintended muse
was stifled
by the hiss of bliss
perusing the lines
while muffled mute,
ignoring
what was installed
between them,
instilled!
Categories:
jinglejangle, silence, word play, words,
Form: Free verse