Haiku Sonnet: Ozark County
hands held on weathered
glades set with yellow primrose
side step cactus that
stair steps down through oak
scattered woods hidden from noon
day tourists lost and
dodging dirt road ruts
this path leads to our hidden
waterfall off that
ridge spilling into
a shaded pool reflecting
soft blooms of dogwoods
in filtered light we
scratch our names on mossy rocks
March 18, 2008 at 2:49 am
brilliant imagery;
March 18, 2008 at 3:52 am
There’s those damn dogwoods again.
March 18, 2008 at 10:10 am
Real tears in my eyes right now. Lucky her. Scratching names on rocks? Do you have a clone? As foolish as this sounds, THIS is what I am trying to convince the world exists. Romance and fine, intimate details. I knew it did. Thank you for reminding me. Beautiful. Sentimental. Romantic. Sensual with those falls…
March 18, 2008 at 10:33 am
Rodger
threw those in just for you–haha
March 18, 2008 at 10:42 am
Cool, this one tumbles down like the creek over the ledges with the adaption, rolling the end of each stanza through to the next one, beautiful structural symmetry with the image, masterstroke variation blurring haiku together,
March 18, 2008 at 10:53 am
Sumedh
Your cool last poem is also brilliant! Glad you liked this one.
March 18, 2008 at 10:54 am
Paul
Thanks Paul–I will leave these haikus for a bit–afraid I might start living in a 5/7/5 world..haha—-hmm…might be a poem there.
March 18, 2008 at 10:58 am
Ali
more like lucky me–
March 18, 2008 at 2:53 pm
WOW, the rhythm in this is something else, you got the water, Scot and I am very impressed. Lovely. (ps I mailed you, no I mean I emailed you, lol)
March 18, 2008 at 6:28 pm
Jo
thanks –humbled….seems to me as the lesser of the three–I am working on a better title. This is just feet away from the front porch
March 19, 2008 at 2:18 am
You, my friend, have a soul that spans the ages.
March 19, 2008 at 2:29 am
Thanks Bob
March 19, 2008 at 12:51 pm
I like the way this poem travels from start to finish—the lines and stanza breaks keep it going somewhere. —D
March 19, 2008 at 12:59 pm
D
I suppose I was visually walking down the hill toward the waterfall just like a thousand other times and it had to be inked or else I would have falllen
thanks for stopping in————how you do that pen and ink is amazing!!