Loons on the water
Beautifully still
Sing like no other
Like nature's shrill
Sunflowers I kiss
This treble clef on my rib
I rest in Heaven
Jill just can’t sit for one minute still;
In everything she wants some thrill!
One rainy evening she climbs a hill;
From there she slips making a shrill!
This results her fall straight into a rill;
She swallows water a gallon at her will!
As her belly swells, she falls critically ill;
The quack there tries on her every pill!
It costs them their farm to pay his bill!!
there was a young man from Seville
whose wife's voice was chillingly shrill
he said please shut up
he’d more than enough
sending him looking for advil!
(caveat: no endorsement of product intended)
Howl;
I’m throbbing
blanket of stillness;
It’s too loud to hear the scream;
Wail,
stranded obscenely inside;
Fiercely constricted
by my thoughts
shrill.
The new morning breaks,
The old night passes from eyes,
The cock loudly crows.
Sing
Brown bird
State thy name
Claim your domain
Your bill - golden bling
You’re adult now
Time to wow
Blackbird
Sing
16 April 2021
Contest: Spring Ninette
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
As early frost kissed window glass
And autumn shed her scant remains,
Her glory done, her time now past
Bare trees lined the country lanes,
The woods were quiet, nothing stirred
Filled it seemed with expectation,
The shrill echo of a bird
Lamented autumn's resignation.
Break Forest Quiet
The Shrill of a Barn Owl
The Job Accomplished
It was halloween night
I heard children shouting with glee
One odd looking man
knocked my door
Filled my bag with goodies
and opended the door
He snatched the chocolate and ran away
I was sobbing as I didn't have more candies to give
Another guy came
Highly dressed like a bood sucking vampire
He gave his arm to me
Filled my bag with candies
And left me dead ............
The teapot whistling on the stove
reminded him of what had been
in settled domesticity
when they were only twenty-three.
The baby crying in the crib
the teapot whistling on the stove
the way her apron hugged her hips
the sparks that flew between their lips
creating scenes of bliss and strife.
And when she ceased to be his wife
the teapot whistling on the stove
was silenced, packed and stored away
in hopes of coming better days
with someone who would understand
the poignant songs brewed deep within
the teapot whistling on the stove.
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