A familial gathering – rock balanced upon rock – stands at the Rideau’s edge, one amongst several such groupings, each a masterpiece unto itself, and yet one small, insignificant creation begs attention: a small duck-like figure, turned away from the rest, facing north rather than south, as if it hears a different call. Even its companion, hesitant, looks back towards the family, for reassurance. Body of fossil, head carved by erosion – he ponders other horizons. Even the artist – albeit working with spartan tools – could not bend the will of this little being, could not mold him into conformity. He is childlike innocence and brash determination, and I imagine that as the sun goes down and the tourists disappear, he glides through the water, travels against the current and revels in the freedom.
At the river’s edge
figures rise, stoic families
hailing passersby.
(Written for dVerse pub, and for Ragtag Communities prompt: spartan. The balanced rock sculptures are the work of John Felice Ceprano and can be found at the Remic Rapids in Ottawa, Ontario.)
Nature’s masterpiece; I love it. Great imagery and I love the photo
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Thanks so much.
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I love how you went into the artwork with the prompt in hand and found the resilient rock resisting.
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Thanks, Bjõrn. This display really intrigued me.
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beautiful piece! particularly the prose section.
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Why, thank you!
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I am always amazed when I see rocks perfectly balanced on one another. Thanks for writing such beautiful words to go with the art. Lovely.
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I appreciate the encouragement. There were so many and the current is strong there as it is beside rapids. So interesting
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Keen observation. You spin a wonderful story 🙂
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Thanks, Jane. I became enamoured of the little fellow when we visited this spot last month.
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You picked out the odd one 🙂
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Stoic families. I have never looked at them like this. Your words are alive. And they reminded me of my India trip where I came across these rock families. Well done!
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Thank you so much.
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You’re welcome!
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Isn’t nature wonderful, even ‘working with spartan tools’?! They are fantastic rock stacks and your haibun has brought them to life, V.J. I especially like the phrase ‘A familial gathering’ and love the ‘small duck-like figure, turned away from the rest, facing north rather than south, as if it hears a different call’.
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Thanks Kim. Enjoyed this prompt
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I love this because I can imagine you looking – and then seeing – and then creating the story. Your respect for individuality shines through.
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Thank you for that Sarah
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as if it hears a different call – in this one sentence you describe how resilient life is against all odds – love the haibun, it’s crafted so impeccably
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High praise- thank you, Gina
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My mother would have laughed at the independent little one and said, yppers, that’s my girl! I love the way you envisioned this and the descriptions. Super write!
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We must be kindred spirits then. Thanks for the comment
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I like the way you gave life to your odd duck facing the opposite direction. Very nice post! Your kaiku says it al. Stoic rocks indeed!
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Thank you, Dwight. Another interesting challenge
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Yes!
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I love the little independent one. There is always a non-conformist. Great haibun!
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Thank you, Mary
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Your writing is always so irresistible and your photographer’s eye is essential in this one! That little detail jumps out at you and you communicate it beautifully in your words. Bravo!
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Thanks, Jilly. Means so much coming from you.
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Your writing wonderfully depicts your beautiful observations.
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Thank you, Ivor.
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Your descriptions are fabulous V.J.
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Thank you!
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That is so great! I’m amazed you were able to notice that snall detail and make such a compelling story out of it. Once I have your words, I can’t “un-see” the intrepid bravery.
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Ha ha. We were at this site last month, and I couldn’t stop photographing the little fellow. something about him….
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There is always that one! I love your vision for him!
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I want to be him, lol. Thanks.
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Nice descriptions of those rocks as “stoic families”.
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Thanks Frank – if they don’t personify it, I don’t know who does.
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Love the imagery and that independent stance of that rock specially: travels against the current and revels in the freedom. A food for thought, thanks!
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Thanks, Grace.
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Very creative response to the prompt; always fun to key off one image and build that back story. Remember “Wrong Way Corrigan” from the 50’s. My Mom used to call me that, for many of the reasons you’ve given to the duck.
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Ha ha…so you can relate too. Why doesn’t that surprise me. Always nice to hear from you, Glenn.
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I love this so much, V.J., especially your idea that the little guy is hearing a different “heart call.” Those rock sculptures are also fantastic!
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Aren’t they fantastic! Thanks, Terri.
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Good observation, VJ! And I love your vision of the little one reveling in freedom to go his own direction.
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Haha – a little projection happening there, maybe.
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A combination of words and image to really set the mind at work in a pleasurable way.
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Oh, how nice of you to say so.
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