Friday, March 07, 2025
Haiku Friday: The River
I live in a place defined by rivers. When I go to St. Paul, I cross the Mississippi River, which still amazes me. A few blocks from my house, I took the picture above of Minnehaha Creek, which runs through my neighborhood, meanders around Minneapolis for a while, then plunges over Minnehaha Falls before flowing into the Mississippi. So let's haiku about rivers-- whatever is near to you or dear in your memory. Here, I will go first:
Saturday, Belle Isle
Freighters glide by like icebergs
A gull circles, sighs.
Now it is your turn! Just use the 5/7/5 syllable pattern and have some fun!
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Lazy Calcasieu
Meanders from our camp house
We beach its sand bars
Curving, twisting turns
Flat water from Kinder to
Lake Charles and beyond
Trees overhang with
Spanish moss. The woods beyond
Dark, mysterious
In dreams, seen again
River memories that are
as real as today.
Meanders from our camp house
We beach its sand bars
Curving, twisting turns
Flat water from Kinder to
Lake Charles and beyond
Trees overhang with
Spanish moss. The woods beyond
Dark, mysterious
In dreams, seen again
River memories that are
as real as today.
I wanted to flow
With it, my hair brown waves,muddy live,
My skin, river kiss’d.
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With it, my hair brown waves,muddy live,
My skin, river kiss’d.
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