Today Before Yesterday
I am a rare case where today comes before yesterday. What am I?
A dictionary
Something Dark Inside
Comes as wooden as a tree,
Covered in paint, don’t you see,
Makes you laugh, or run and hide,
For it has something dark inside.
A pencil. It’s wooden, is covered in paint and the output of a pencil in the form of writing or art can make you laugh or cry. And graphite is the dark part inside.
The More You Have, The Less You See
The more you have of it, the less you see. What is it?
Darkness.
I Am, In Truth, A Yellow Fork
I am, in truth, a yellow fork
From tables in the sky
By inadvertent fingers dropped
The awful cutlery.
Of mansions never quite disclosed
And never quite concealed
The apparatus of the dark
To ignorance revealed.
— Emily Dickenson
Lightning.
A Box Without Hinges
A box without hinges, key or lid,
Yet golden treasure inside is hid.
What is it?
An egg.
(From J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Hobbit)
I Change Stature As I Age
I change stature as I age, but my importance does not differ by age. My importance is manifested mostly when with my boss. When we part, I am of no importance.
What am I?
A pencil. It gets shorter with use, but is no less important. Its impact is from the person using the pencil to write or draw. Without them, the pencil is just an idle tool.
Thanks Keller!
Earthen Home Not a Den
This earthen home is not a den.
I’ve seen impressive rows of them.
As lost as any man becomes,
he always finds his way back home.
A grave.
By Sef Daystrom