Rock faces
a playground
for mountain goats.
Stones at rest
from a roll in the creek
a hidey home for salamander.
Rocks smoothed
by water
skip across our favorite lake.
Some rocks--geodes
hold a surprise
inside hidden starlight.
Stones hurl,
sticks throw,
words won't hurt.
Your poetry prompt for today is to write a poem about something you saw on the ground today. Have fun writing.
I'm celebrating and marking a milestone. Today is my 1,400th post. I'm going off to write a stone triplet for mile-stone.
Joy,
ReplyDeleteI know the old saying "Sticks and stones can break my bones but words will never hurt me." Actually, they do. Maybe you could address that with a twist at the end of your haiku here. A second haiku to follow as a response. Just thinking here.