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Haiku 39 - the Stone Cycle

my private field
	an embarrassment of dread
	stones, cold rain

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	buried in cheap wine
	obvious worthlessness
	stones, sinking
		
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	blue and gray despair
	red and purple my anger
	stones, submerged
	
		•
	 
	color salvation —
 	“Paint yellow,” she said
	stones, receding water
	
		•

	climb to clean air
	to yellow, orange, bright green
	stones, in my garden

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 4/20/2013 10:47:00 PM

I like the way you made a cycle of them and loved how they ended up so colorful.

Jack Jordan
Date: 4/21/2013 7:27:00 AM

Maybe it's being older, and realizing the reality of life's cycles that now have had time to come almost full circle. I don't know how I would survive without color, bright or sad. Thanks for the comment... Jack

Debbie Duncan

Date: 4/19/2013 7:47:00 PM

very cleaver stone cycle, I have a caturday haiku, have a great day Jack ;}

Jack Jordan
Date: 4/21/2013 7:25:00 AM

Thanks for the comment. I read your "caturday." Enjoyed it very much, especially as a provider for neighborhood cats... Jack