Never Ending

Water-worn wood dips
down into quickening streams
lift up, down, up, down...

12 comments:

kouji haiku said...

very nice. i can see it. :)

Debrorah Godin said...

Your phrase 'water-worn wood' is just lovely. I like alliteration to begin with, then add to this the wonderful visual image. This one touches many senses - I can hear the water, the creaking wheel, smell the wet rocks in this.

lissa said...

lovely description, goes well with the image

barbs.haiku said...

How peaceful, the sound of the water as it fall from the wheel, promising ever to return.

anthonynorth said...

Great description of the water wheel, there.

Pam said...

The repetition of "w" in the first line sets the poem up so well for the last line of "up" and "down". Well done.

Edward S Gault said...

Excellent Imagery!
Thank you for sharing it.

spacedlaw said...

Mesmerizing sight. Your poem is so visual.

SandyCarlson said...

Excellent. The rhythm of this poem has me thinking of the rhythm of aging relationships.

tumblewords said...

This haiku speaks of sound! Wonderful!

qualcosa di bello said...

beautiful alliteration & even without a photo, very vivid words.

Beth P. said...

I can hear the squeaks that have been squeaking for a century. And the little splashes that have been splashing for even longer.

Lovely haiku!

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