Aging (a six-word story)

Greywood ponders when it’ll become driftwood.

A Falls Trilogy

Falls Testimony
Never ending gush—
I love this Seattle site,
So open and green.

A Falls Witness
Through no fault of mine,
Proud to be a falls witness,
Understand my awe.

Falls Memory
I remember now,
As a Snoqualmie* native,
I’m a waterfall.

*Taken in Snoqualmie, WA, while I visited Seattle last week.

What a spaz,
Like an escapee from Alcatraz,
Wreaking havoc,
Going manic,
Twisting muscles,
Making me call out, ‘uncle,’

Cramping my style,
While raising my bile,
That Charley horsing around again,
What a pain!

Image: Pixabay

Six-word story version:
Cartwright realized he will never sail.

Expanded version — 12-word story:
Land bound, Cartwright accepted his destiny — never to sail the high seas.

Haiku version:
The cart that couldn’t.
On the boardwalk with no sail,
Only treads for wear.

The Dow (I)
At times harsh like hail,
Or can be steady as rain
Is the Dow’s nature.

Images from Wikimedia-Creative Commons & Public Domain-Clarence White

The Dow (II)
At times bad weather,
Crystal ball cannot predict
Dow Jones’ twitchiness.