No Where To Go, Another ‘Fluff’ Poem

Husk with a wrinkle,

Fluff with sunlight twinkle,

Bug is standing deftly,

Despite a breeze so swiftly,

Flippant to the wind,

Though the fluff is growing thinned,

Waving to and fro,

Guess he has no place to go.

Another ‘fluff’ piece 😉

I am always amazed at the interesting things for us to see when out and about.

Word of the Day Challenge: wrinkle

Fandango’s One Word Challenge: flippant

Thank you for visiting and have a great day!

Jim Sponseller – – 2019

Published by Jim Sponseller

Family man, father, programmer, and artist. I work with digital art, photographs, author poems and fiction, and also work in artistic metal smithing. You can find poems, photos, and digital art samplings at Thank you for your support! If you like my offerings and would like to donate, please buy me a coffee:

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