On day 7 of NaPoWriMo, Donna Sadd requests the pleasure of your laughter poem.
#NaPoWriMo – Day 7 – Laughter – #Kids | Donna L Sadd.
Here’s mine:
Laughter
When my father
was young,
he went to work
painting backgrounds
for animated gels
in a cartoon studio,
The first day
he sat in on a session
of daily rushes,
giggling helplessly
at the gags
until the other
artists turned
around to glare
at the fool who
thought their
work was funny,
funny, isn’t it
how easily we
all forget what
we are really
doing here?
One Way to Wonder 
Today
I wake up a stone,
cold and still,
motionless,
holding nothing, but
my own inner
granite,
my own flint rock,
but then,
with the lightest
hint of breeze,
I feel the rustle,
the rumble
of wildflowers
tickling pink and gold
beneath
me,
and my whole
world erupts
in petaled
giggles.
How lovely! Thanks so much for sharing it here.
You’re welcome. A fun opportunity to get the writing juices going this morning.
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