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
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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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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