Swaddle Knock

Flicker, flacker, why, and not.
I haven’t got a clue.
You tangle the fishing line
And throw a hula hoop.
What you say with dimling din
And fumble to pass it along!
Do you not see the mermaid
Or hear her midnight song?
Crack at bat, you swing at that,
And bunt a foul too soon.
Do you not hear the howling?
Turn off that full lit moon.
Oh swaddle knock, it is too late.
The words rock the boat.
Shoulda put the kettle on,
But fed the billy goat.

11.9.2020 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire

A Literary Jungle

Fickle, freckle, feign, and fawn.
How much longer will this nonsense go on?
Tickle, tackle, tame, and tong.
It’s went on way too long.
Shake, smack, slap, and smite.
I seek His strength to even fight.
Quake, quiver, qualm, and quiet.
It’s hold my pen or let it write.
Mangled, mixed, marled, and marred.
He knows what it’s like to be scarred.
Blare, blast, bash, and bombard.
It’s no wonder, I rely on my guard.
Useless, ugly, unwelcome, and unknown.
For so long I walked this road alone.
Equipped, eclipsed, elated, and empowered.
He walks with me all the way home.
Lit, lodged, laved, and lined.
A little too known to speak my mind.
Caged, cornered, coined, and chimed.
I’m grateful for a Savior’s love so kind.

8-22-2019 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Nonsense

Throw a tree.
Pour a cloud.
Creation is screaming
Quite loud!
Make a kite.
Fly a pie.
Stop asking
WHY?!?!
Drive a bird.
Ride a plane.
I’m going completely
INSANE!
Close a video.
Pause a book.
Only God
Knows where to look.
Paint a flower.
Smell a fence.
STOP
THIS NONSENSE!

7-2-2019 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire