Response for the Triple Centina Writing Challenge — “Tembo, you still the biggest, best smellin’ bull around. You sure got a way about you. Them other fellas don’t even get a chance! They’re a spoiled rambunctious bunch of brats. Best get on with it! Climb up on me. I am as ready as I’ll ever be. Maybe this…

Response for the Triple Centina Writing Challenge — Stress really got the best of me. My curtain call came too fast, snatching away all of my hopes and dreams. Sure, I hustled through life, rose to the top, and then, lost it all. Even spent time in prison. Good grief! …

A free verse — Sometimes I dare crossing borders Never knowing just what I’ll find Often sights of wow and wonder Stretching crannies of my mind. Everything chaotic Nothing matches Flickering glances Unaware, without discern. Refreshing to discover When words won’t mix Imagination elaborates Smiling creates a fix. Time slows, freeing up the past Steady, silent heartbeats Final sighs, dissolve falseness Nature carries out its song

Response for the Poetry Writing Challenge — Elephants In your presence, I know my place Stillness, wakeful watching, tethered to my every thought Elephants Giant beings belonging to this planet earth Wilderness providers, skillful survivors, expressing power, interlacing kingdoms Majestic. Awakening In total obedience, according to natural law My ego learns silence, humbled by your strength Awakening Seasonal repetition, memory serves…

A twittle — Dogs in red collars Bear witness to days of terror Icy cold, defiant minds, useless genocide Even they know we can do better Copyright reserved. Kimberly Hampton Nilsson April 9, 2022 Thank you for reading this twittle, #10 in the Poemorama at Paper Poetry. This piece of micro-poetry is a…

An acrostic poem — Large piles of laundry on the floor is it really so bad a chore? some discipline lessens its sense of bore. Always doin’ my best to clean, fold, and neatly press wrinkles really do look a mess time softens expectations I must confess. Usually, shirts need mending with buttons to…

Elephants Demand Respect — We sat motionless in the sand of that dry riverbed, watching a herd of elephants drink, in turn, from a single waterhole. Fifty meters away, we pretended to be invisible until we weren’t. The rumbling sounds were good, low, and vibratory, but suddenly the matriarch raised her trunk, wafted her…