More Sevenlings

These little suckers are addicting.

Sevenling (Three blind mice)

Three blind mice.
A farmer’s bride with a blade.
It’s no wonder they ran.

Those three little kittens
are terribly busy
looking for their mittens.

But I bet they’d still give them a hand.



three sheets
to the wind.

Me: knowing
three’s a crowd.
Tired of lies and pillow talk.

This bed: no longer yours.


I box shadows,
fight wisdom,
weep salt.

laugh, you say.

I am still waiting for the punch line.

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7 Responses to More Sevenlings

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  2. Shawna says:

    Geez, this was unexpected: “A farmer’s bride with a blade.” 🙂

  3. Sara v says:

    I keep thinking that there needs to be a mommy “Seven” somewhere herding her “Sevenlings” 😉
    That three sheets to the wind is perfect!

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  6. kelvin s.m. says:

    You are clearly mastering this form, are you not? I enjoyed these set of sevenlings! 🙂

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