Jack Jordan Poet Haiku

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
	
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	color salvation —
 	“Paint yellow,” she said
	stones, receding water
	
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	climb to clean air
	to yellow, orange, bright green
	stones, in my garden

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Andrea Dietrich April 20, 2013 at 10:47 PM I like the way you made a cycle of them and loved how they ended up so colorful. Jack Jordan April 21, 2013 at 7:27 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 April 19, 2013 at 7:47 PM very cleaver stone cycle, I have a caturday haiku, have a great day Jack ;} Jack Jordan April 21, 2013 at 7:25 AM Thanks for the comment. I read your "caturday." Enjoyed it very much, especially as a provider for neighborhood cats... Jack