Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Rocks in Port Phillip Bay at Schnapper Point, Mornington Peninsula
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One Single Impression #113 ~ Fissures
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Once he was a rock
Till fissures slowly emerged
Perfect delusion
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I love a sunburnt country / A land of sweeping plains / Of ragged mountain ranges / Of droughts and flooding rains / I love her far horizons / I love her jewel-sea / Her beauty and her terror / The wide brown land for me / ~ Dorothea Mackellar (1885-1968)
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7 comments:
Great picture and the haiku is brilliant.
It happens to the best of us.
Yes, it does!
flinching fiercely
Your poem makes me think of the strength and value of resistance. Perhaps if these break us open, they are good things!
Cleverly stated - I think my fissures are moving somewhat faster, however.
Yes it can or create openminded fissure. :)
Perfect haiku and beautiful pic!
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