(Inspired by Steve Still Standing‘s “An Exercise in Poetic Styles”)
Even the river bleeds –
fiery frigid essence –
earth’s watery voice.
***
It is the river
that calls, waters flowing
through my veins
and I am the banks
steadfast in my holding
the razor sharp edges
like liquid steel
eroding my earthen
postures, challenging
the hardened places.
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Wow. Brilliant post, dear. I can’t remember the last time I tried to write haiku. This is so well written. 😍😍😍
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Why, thank you!
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You’re welcome, dear.
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Magic, VJ! Loved the free verse best, but they were both excellent 🙂
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Thanks! And thank for the inspiration.
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