The present doesn’t go with last night’s dream. My future rolls her eyes. Those older books Stare at me with their hostile, angry looks Suggesting that I’d not know what they mean.
My dragons are far kinder than they seem. We drink fresh water from the ancient brooks. We catch our fish with only magic hooks And what we eat becomes our sacred theme.
It’s not that I have nothing to confess. It’s only what I’ve done is far too small To bother you with details should I sin. I’m sure the bed you’ve made looks like a mess. I’m sure you also felt that you would fall, But here we are. And look! The morning’s in.
Linked to dVerse Poetics where Anmol is hosting with the art of confession.
The Sun is raining down on me To warm the watery mystery That also sometimes likes to fall To change from clouds pressed over all. Formerly that greedy cloud Darkened, thundering out-loud - What lovely gifts we freely get. Some come dry. Some are wet.
Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “the spirit of rain” and to dVerse Quadrille where De Jackson, aka WhimsyGizmo, is hosting with the theme word “change”.
Three crows landed near Pablo. Two of them pretended to peck around for treasure while the leader laid into Pablo with an obnoxious, “Caw! Caw! Caw!. Fortunately, Pablo was fluent in this particular dialect of crow. Crows don’t stop by without a message they feel they must deliver:
“You will experience enrichment beyond your puny imagination. All those plans you’ve been making will fail. They are nothing compared to the reality that awaits you. Any questions?”
Pablo and this crow had previous encounters. “Do I have a choice?”
“Unfortunately, all you can do is mess things up a bit.”
Linked to Carrot Ranch’s January 10: Flash Fiction Challenge on the theme of the idea of “enrichment”. The challenge is to write a 99-word story (excluding title word count) on the theme. Come join us with your own story.