Greywood ponders when it’ll become driftwood.
personification
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.
Horsing around with Charley
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
When Carts Cry
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.
A Rainy Day and Monday Get Me Dow(n)
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.
