Stones on river bed
Oblivious to surface
Frothing sturm und drang
Written for: https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/2016/08/29/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-112-riverstone/
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A Certain Point of View 
It’s like I can hear the water, over the stones and feel the music they make in response… Fine job!!
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Don’t read it, feel it! 🙂
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A hands on experience I take it…
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It’s a handy reminder…
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This is perfect with the photo (or the photo is perfect for it). Once upon a time, I could even speak German. Now, I can pretty much count. Or use terms that are commonly used in English language. I accidentally discovered a place like the one in this picture… I loved it so much, I kept going back. I wish I still leaved near it. Auf Wiedersehen.
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The limit of my German (apart from the above phrase) is to shake my head and say, manchmal ja, manchmal nein… seems to cover most answers, so far as I can tell!
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Of course, there’s schadenfreude. I love that word. 🙂
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Of course! Oh, and from The Simpsons, “Die Bart, Die” of course means “The Bart, The”. Because, as they explain, no one who speaks German could ever be evil 🙂
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Hahaha — yes! That’s the best. 😀
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❤️😊
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Oh lovely! Musical, indeed!
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That rhythmic babble 🙂
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Hi Al! I’m sensing a deeper meaning behind this haiku. Love the image too.
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I strive for complexity and layers… it doesn’t always work though! 🙂
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It worked this time. 🙂
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❤
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Perfect words for the image
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Thank you 🙂
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I learned something from your haiku, Al. Sturm und drang =turbulent emotion. A lesson in German. A deep haiku above shallow waters. 🙂
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I don’t know much German, but that seemed to fit perfectly here. Plus, I always strive to do something “different” 🙂
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It worked out wonderfully. Even got me doing some research. 🙂
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This one sent me to the dictionary, Al. Love the metaphor. In fact, I’m feeling a little river and stone today.
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It’s a good place to be 🙂
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These are all great haiku, Al: so much meaning layered into so few words and the illustrations really light up with the verbals.
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Thanks Roger. I’m happy with these 🙂
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So you should be … I find they often take as much time and thought as a longer poem … they seldom just “click” into place, though some do. Keep writing!
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I never force a haiku. If it doesn’t click, I don’t finish it. I leave it for the universe 🙂
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That should be one of the basic rules for poetry, Al, and you make a very good point. With some of my books (The Empress of Ireland in particular) I just felt as though my body were an empty well filling up with a river of words. I never felt the poetry came consciously from me. Odd feeling!
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And a wonderful one!
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Wunderbar, such movement in the words Al.
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Thanks Denis 🙂
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