These slippery stones
One, overturned, upended
Victim of the rush
Unimpeded stream
Gallivanting riverward
Leaves casualties
Whoever names them
Will placate the roiling rocks
Calm the water’s roar
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These slippery stones
One, overturned, upended
Victim of the rush
Unimpeded stream
Gallivanting riverward
Leaves casualties
Whoever names them
Will placate the roiling rocks
Calm the water’s roar
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Very nice. Sparse but powerful
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Thank you.
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Great words Leslie. And pics. We cross stones like this often in Glencoe, when the water is not too high and dangerous. I try naming them. I ain’t had much luck calming their roar but I will try again xxxxx
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I think they’re mostly called “Hudson.”
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Ah ha….. xxxxx
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You have a talent for these
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Thank you!
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So much for your comment in the previous post about ‘lackluster’ attempts at haiku. These are great! And so are the photos.
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Thank you! I found the photos on Pinterest.
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