(Inspired by Steve Still Standing‘s “An Exercise in Poetic Styles”)
Even the river bleeds –
fiery frigid essence –
earth’s watery voice.
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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.
One Woman's Quest 
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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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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