Speaks Without Words
What is it that speaks without any words?
And can be loudly and distinctly heard?
Will drive away friend, and foe alike.
And is enough to make a stolid man’s face alight?
Flatulence.
I Drift Forever With The Current
I drift forever with the current
down these long canals they’ve made
Tame, yet wild, I run elusive
Multitasking to your aid.
Before I came, the world was darker
Colder, sometimes, rougher, true
But though I might make living easy,
I’m good at killing people too.
Electricity (or lightning).
One Strand Dangles
One strand dangles.
Two strands twist.
Three or more can
fashion this.
Braids
By Sef Daystrom
Can’t Be Touched, Can Be Felt
It can’t be touched, but can be felt.
It can’t be opened, but can be gone into.
Those who seek it always find it under something,
yet it moves from place to place.
Shade. You can’t touch shade, but you can feel its coolness. You can’t open shade but you can go into it. If you’re looking for shade it always has to be underneath something to block the light and shade moves as the light does.
Written by Sef Daystrom
I Am Both Safe and Secure
As a whole, I am both safe and secure.
Behead me, I become a place of meeting.
Behead me again, I am the partner of ready.
Restore me, I become the domain of beasts.
Stable. A table is a place of meeting. Able and ready is a common phrase, and a stable is where beasts reside (beasts of burden, not beasts like the one in Beauty and the Beast who lived in a glorious castle but the west wing was forbidden to enter until Belle…I’ve said too much!).
I Always Tell the Truth
You see me quite often,
But don’t really care.
If you pass by me,
You’ll often stop and stare.
I can’t speak or see,
But don’t think me uncouth,
Because no matter what,
I always tell the truth.
What am I?
A mirror.