I Am What Remains
I am what remains of what
was once a living whole,
dug in deep, protruding, though,
and unobtainable.
A stump.
By Sef Daystrom
Calm and Cool Among Tumult and Fury
I remain calm and cool among tumult and fury,
I hide treasures and creatures you could hardly fathom,
I will crush those I welcome in deeply,
I am dark yet beautiful.
What am I?
Underwater in the deep ocean. Even when storms brew, the water deep below the surface is calm and cool. Thousands of treasures have been lost in sunken ships, and amazing creatures live at deep depths of the ocean. At extreme depths, the pressure is crushing. It is extremely dark deep in the ocean, yet also beautiful.
An Animal of Few Letters
I am an animal of few letters,
Remove the second and you can’t see,
Change it to “l” and I’m a punishment,
Yet backwards I’m a game.
What am I?
Frog. It only has four letters, removing the “r” leaves fog, which makes it hard to see. Changing the “r” to an “l” makes flog, a punishment I hope you’ve never experienced. Flog backwards is golf, a game some would call a punishment when you keep swinging away at the ball yet it remains perched on its little white tower of terror while the other golfers impatiently wait for you to tee off.
A Mile From End To End
A mile from end to end, yet as close to as a friend. A precious commodity, freely given. Seen on the dead and on the living. Found on the rich, poor, short and tall, but shared among children most of all. What is it?
A smile.
Can’t Keep It Until You’ve Given It
You can’t keep this until you have given it.
A promise (or your word).
Always Flying, Never Tired
Always flying,
never tired,
dreamed of, dreaded,
and admired.
Cloud.
By Sef Daystrom