Not a Burden For Its Weight
Not a burden for its weight and daily carried out,
He who takes it wishes it had never come about.
Punishment.
By Sef Daystrom
Eyes That Don’t See
Most of you have two eyes. I only have one.
Most of you have eyeballs. I do not.
Your eyes aren’t dangerous, neither are mine.
But all together, I am extremely dangerous.
You can see things with your eyes.
I can’t see anything, even though the air is clear where my eye is.
What am I?
The eye of a tornado or hurricane. Could also be the eye of a needle.
A Home But No Family
I have an end but no beginning, a home but no family, a space without room. I never speak but there is no word I cannot make. What am I?
A keyboard.
Favorite Use Is Attached To A String
A three-letter word I’m sure you know,
I can be on a boat or a sleigh in the snow,
I’m pals with the rain and honor a king,
But my favorite use is attached to a string.
What am I?
A bow. It has three letters, the bow of a boat is the front, bows are found on the presents on Santa’s sleigh, rainbows come with the rain, one bows before a king and a bow and arrow requires a string.
Many and One
They are many and one,
They wave and they drum,
Used to cover a stare,
They go with you everywhere.
Your hands.
It Never Lasts Forever
You can have it
and be at it,
but it never
lasts forever.
Peace.
By Sef Daystrom