“no wind blowing”

Written for:  The Twiglets #218 - "no wind blowing"

In the eerie stillness
not even the wind
was blowing.

We could not find
the answer.  There was
no wind blowing in which
to look.

children head home with new kites
no wind blowing

               He wanted to go parasailing
             hoping the wind would be wailing.
               When he got there he found
                 not a zephyr around
      He stopped at a pub, drank ale at the brass railing.


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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7 Responses to “no wind blowing”

  1. Zelda Rene says:

    If stanzas, I especially liked the first 2 🙂


  2. Misky says:

    A perfect Limerick!! 🍀


  3. Jules says:

    I just finished a murder mystery called ‘Specter of Justice’…
    A murder happened during a ‘ghost tour!’

    No answers blowing in the wind… a reversal of the Bob Dylan song.

    No wind for kites… try any shoreline 😉

    And the limerick a delight!


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