I’m not even aware of all the stuff I take for granted.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

I’m not even aware of all the stuff I take for granted.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

The water's calm but storms approach.
Their clouds will soon be high.
With future fresh and past well-spent
The birds play with the sky.
Linked to dVerse Poetics where Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting with the theme “life sustaining water”.

As long as it’s impossible
I’ll try it if you ask.
Guide my hands and calm my mind
And carry out the task.
Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “state of the art”. I offer photos of what might be considered, perhaps not by the lizards, as state of the art lizard living quarters.

Despair defeats hope with fire.
Pete wondered what that was supposed to mean while reading the fortune to his wife. He felt enough despair for it to feel like the fires of hell.
“What does yours say?”
“It’s blank.”
“Remember when I got ‘A fool at forty is a fool indeed’?”
She remembered, but her blank fortune worried her.
“Maybe I should ask for another one?”
“Let’s switch.”
“Does that count?”
They switched. She read these words, “The fire of hope defeats despair”,. and gave it back.
“This one belongs to you.”
She asked for a new fortune cookie.
Linked to Carrot Ranch where the theme this week for the 99-word stories is “fire”.

My mind begins the cascade’s fall
To water somewhere down below
When I say “Yes” before the “Why?”
I’ve only pieces of it all
Though more I have no need to know.
My mind begins the cascade’s fall.
I wonder where these journeys go
And what do birds see when they fly?
There’s water somewhere down below.
Beneath that water-wonder I
Might understand the cascade’s call
When I said “Yes” before the “Why?”
Linked to dVerse Poetics where Amaya is hosting with the theme of “cascade” and a poetic form called “cascade”.

We don’t know in advance which of our words and acts will leave others with a lifetime of memories.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

No one knows why my troll’s bad.
I think because he’s rarely glad
When someone wandering passes by.
I cross his bridge and yell out, “Hi!”
He blames me then for being there -
“Being noisy everywhere!”
He’s justified to shout at me,
Reverberating mystery.
Linked to dVerse Quadrille. I am hosting with the word “troll”. Come join us with a 44-word poem using the word “troll” in some form in the poem.

Grace fills a small bucket of water from her sink for four plants on her balcony overlooking the bay overlooking her former life far away. She hopes the plants thrive. They may not like it here and they have no way to escape.
With the water delivered she looks down on the tiny neighbors walking the street all accustomed to being here, mentally preoccupied. They look happy, but who knows? Happiness is not what it’s all about. It’s all about – what?
She figures those tiny plants have to trust her, but sometimes water comes from the sky as well.
Linked to Carrot Ranch with 99-word theme: "bucket of water"

The next time I levitate I’m going to make sure no one’s watching so they don’t feel obligated to bring me back down to earth.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday. It occurred to me I doubt I would have thought of this levitating theme without having read V.J. Knutson’s poem, Levitating.
