The Start Of What You Might Conceive
I’m the start of whatever you might conceive.
Next I describe a Thanksgiving meal.
Last I transform to a state we all leave.
What am I?
begin, binge, being. Everything has a beginning, Thanksgiving dinner is known for being a meal of excessive consumption and the mortal state of being (or the state of a human being) is one which, for all our efforts to extend, will eventually end.
I Widen My Jaws
I flex my jaws when you use me,
My only purpose is to damage,
Yet I’m used by small children.
What am I?
Scissors.
Wench and Warrior
Round and round and round it goes,
The source but not the birth of clothes,
Wench and warrior, child and crone,
Without it dressed near barer bone.
A spinning wheel. It goes around in circles and makes the thread that is used in clothing and anyone who isn’t wearing clothes would be barer boned.
Three Lives Have I
Three lives have I.
Gentle enough to soothe the skin,
Light enough to caress the sky,
Hard enough to crack rocks.
Water.