My line has ventured
From Moher through flat lands, here.
Cliff dwellers are we.
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Granite holds secrets
Buried prisoners in rock.
Gifts of our ancients
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Ancient gifts entombed
Frozen messages in snow.
Words, music, rhythm.
Started for a prompt at Carpe diem http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.ch/2013/12/carpe-diem-358-cliffs-of-moher.html
And as it grew it morphed into the prompt Gift at Haiku Heights.
http://haiku-heights.blogspot.co.uk
So beautifully written. Loved it! :)
ReplyDeleteBalqis, thanks you are very kind.
DeleteYour are my favorites from the "gift" prompt. These are deeply evocative. Well done set of poems.
ReplyDeleteOh Alice how lovely to be a favourite, thank you.
DeleteHidden gifts,there is so much fun in unraveling the mysterious gifts :) Interesting take :)
ReplyDeleteReshma, life should have mysterious gifts, shouldn't it?
DeleteCiao
Pea
You travelled well Pea and inhaled the journey, what wonderful Haiku
ReplyDeleteCheryl, I had great companions. Thank you, Pea.
DeleteCliff dwellers ... I loved this ... awesome !!!
ReplyDeleteAmrit so glad you enjoyed it.
DeleteSee you soon.
Pea.
Wonderful lines..a nice take on 'gift'..
ReplyDeleteManiparna thanks so much,
DeletePea