Water playing with rocks
river washed stones
creating the illusion
islands at sea
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bones of the earth
white stones in a wounded field
among the corn
© G.s.k. ‘15
For:
words of god
spoken softly by
river stones
moon set
where the water was
a white stone
beach nap
the afternoon covers me
with stone shadow
(C) Jane Reichhold
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Oh, Georgia, these are so deep…love the illusion of islands and wounded fields…wow! Brava, cara x
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Thanks Oliana … the first one is actually a remake of an older haiku that I wrote for that photo back in 2013 … well … not quite a remake, let’s say a revisit. 🙂
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It’s beautiful…put me write at the rapids, soaking my feet, sitting on the flat stones looking at the white caps and the little island across the river.
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Sounds like it’s both relaxing and refreshing … makes me wish we had some rapids to copy you!
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Hmmmm….we have a masterpiece here, but it is the second one, and truly is a masterpiece, so clearly. VERY, very well done.
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Thanks Hamish … I agree the second is the better haiku 🙂
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Lovely, lovely–I have no words, just feeling it.
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Cool … glad you enjoyed it!
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Farmers hate those stones among the corn!
Garden Stone
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Do they ever … and one can’t blame them either.
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I really like your second haiku. There is a hilltop near here where the white stones always make me think of the bones of the earth.
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Cool … I don’t know where I picked that idea up, but it’s certainly not originally mine … though of course they are the bones of the earth.
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Both are lovely! I love …… bones of the earth
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Thanks Candy for your comment!
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Since I am a lover of all things rock, this is beautifully done! I mean, rocks carry the story of the ages…..
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I loved your post and saw that wonderful love you have in rocks … the Japanese, as you well know have made an art out of choosing rocks for a garden … called suiseki … you would definitely be considered one those artists …
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