Poetry Jam: Forgetting

Sun into haze-
deepens into finger mist,
seeping from the pines
down onto water.
Snake sidling
widening with breath,
The Kayak
parts it at first
then it deepens into piles and curls up behind.
Rolling forward over the top
paddles, then hair disappear;
soon I can barely
see my hands.
Not only have I forgotten
where I am
I forget
how far it is.

Flash fiction 55, 5/27/11

A hot air balloon may glide
untroubled over colored land
and blue shine water for quite sometime.  
Spectacular you agree,
attempting a slow, graceful descent.  
Then heart pounding,
tense, you peer and pray:
choices you have made
will bring you safely in -
Still it is better you took the ride
rising, trusting- than never did!

Magpie Tale, 5/23/11

She felt quite faint all of a sudden,
all happiness draining away.
She was going to have to excuse herself,
get some fresh air before serving.
A sip of water even-