Jumping Turf

Jumping turf.

Rolling over tuft.

Wading through fields.

Slicing through

depressing devastation,

souring sorrow,

bloating ego.

If only

we jumped all the time,

jumped cheerfully

in happiness and mirth,

wouldn't the earth have flattened by now

to house a race equal in all respects -

in love and creed, in day and night?

Theme Thursday: Jump

Twinkling Away to Glory!

Twinkling stars 

singing 

a melodious melody

in brightening chorus

destroying in a second

depressing thoughts

threatening 

to ravage 

misty minds and sorrowful souls.

Tinkling bells

carrying

a humble note

of prayer and positivity,

echoing memories

humming in their glorious ring.

"Hear me Lord,"

they say night and day.

Tinkle. Ring. Tinkle. Ring.

ABC Wednesday:T