Each stone on the beach
awaits the moment
when it, too, will soar.
(Day #27 of NaBloPoMo.
Thanks to the women of One Deep Breath
for their continuing inspiration.)
when it, too, will soar.
(Day #27 of NaBloPoMo.
Thanks to the women of One Deep Breath
for their continuing inspiration.)
excellent, so true of us all too
ReplyDeleteVery nice. It caught me by surprise, actually. I read it, moved on, then thought, "Wait ... what did that say?" and came back.
ReplyDeleteLovely image, both textually and visually.
jb
That's a nice thought. I alway wondered if the rocks were bumming that they worked so hard to get to the beach and then got pitched back in.
ReplyDeletethat photo is priceless! & your words hold a world of wisdom...
ReplyDeleteShelley, I have often thought about the possible freedom a rock must feel when it's tossed back into it's wet womb. That or the fact that it's going to take decades for it to return to it's dry land! This is great...
ReplyDeletepeace and shakin' the tree,
Lil
Oh, so true! Nicely done and cool photo!
ReplyDeleteI like this idea very much.
ReplyDeleteMine's up at Writing in Faith: Poems
this is absolutely awesome...
ReplyDeleterather than just tossing them back, why not teach the lad how to skim stones.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing your thoughtful and inspiring haiku...jodi barone
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