You return with tears in your eyes, a child again
Whom was fed thus rattling the heart in the womb then
This day's clothing has vanished from his grasp
Otherwise, he's hunting a poor soul in his chest hasp
If you are afraid of distance, the vastness is simple
Because soul-to-soul contact is a worthy wimble
Written: January 16, 2022
Categories:
wimble, analogy, anxiety, appreciation, bereavement,
Form: Couplet
Determined to see Wimble done
She turned on her TV for fun
Net Assault
Thump Thump "Fault!"
Ilene's air conditioner won!
Categories:
wimble, sports,
Form: Limerick
Little wimble is oh so small,
He sought the tallest place of all,
He's been wandering since his birth,
Looking for the peak of the earth,
He journeyed from valleys to hills,
Then to mountains with colds and chills,
Each time he climbed he had it rough,
But nowhere could be high enough,
Wimble's hands gave up 'fore his will,
He fell down and now remains still,
During his flight he came to see,
People smaller than they should be,
Although he didn't feel content,
He was glad that this is the end.
Categories:
wimble, dark, death, deep, destiny,
Form: Sonnet