Written for:  The Twiglets #66 – “like an avalanche”

like an avalanche
old age surprised me
all at once

buried in an avalanche
of tax receipts

There once was a woman named Blanche
who swept in like an avalanche
When Blanche came to town
the saloons all closed down
She put men in a trance with one glance


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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4 Responses to avalanche

  1. rothpoetry says:

    :Love your limerick!!


  2. Jules says:

    Our parents kept telling us not to blink…
    And yet we did… and time flew.

    Fun Limerick.


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