LIFELINE PROMPT: BLISSFUL SILENCE

Down at Whisper Lagoon

limericks doing the butterfly across my pond . . .

There once was a taciturn turtle murmuring to my secret patch of myrtle teensy pond slurp brought on a burp ah! but his quietude is so fertile!

I may as well donate my vocal cords to a homie always blasting yokel words tone down, oh sister to my native whisper so I won’t strain as I listen to the birds.

Tommy Toad prefers his tranquility some say silence hides his senility too many opinions blathered by minions hearing aid set to the faintest audibility.

If I swept all my in-between places could I ever hush caterwauling spaces when I close my eyes murmurs materialize whenever will keening fade to traces?

I long for those dragonfly afternoons flutterbys in breeze-bobbing balloons a hush that’s profound floating whispers abound manmade jangles sting like harpoons.

Can’t you crank down the amplitude such a boisterous clamor is rude take a sip of serene and don’t be so mean you’ll find it healthier to stay subdued.

Sahil Patel . . . inspired my poem with his Lifeline prompt:

Connie Song . . . lent me the idea for in-between places:

Alec Zarenkiewicz . . . the meadow is where I retreat for quietude: