Just a wee haiku – of sorts – in response to Tanka Tuesday’s photo prompt, a picture of Nine Mile Falls and the mist. You can find the image and all relevant information here: https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2023/03/07/tankatuesday-weekly-photoprompt-poetry-challenge-no-310-3-7-23/
I like mist. A lot.
Nine Mile Falls Mist makes all self known. Clarity through obstruction. Fresh perspective falls.
And, there’s, no way to know, where we’re, going, with the fog getting, denser, and, denser…
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So true, we never really know where we’re going. Only with hindsight do things become clearer. Thanks for reading and commenting, taurusingemini. Much appreciated.
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Nice.
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Thanks, Sadje. Much appreciated.
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My pleasure
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“Clarity through obstruction” a wonderful line that holds so much truth!
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Thanks, Valerie. Much appreciated.
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Brilliant name ‘fresh perspective falls’ ā¤
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Thank you! Much appreciated.
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A very thoughtful haiku!
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Thanks, Luanne. Much appreciated.
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micro, macro, mezzo. Lovely!
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Ha! Thank you, msjadeli. Much appreciated.
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You’re welcome š
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Love brevity perfect š
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Thanks, willowdot. Much appreciated.
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A pleasure, please call me willow š
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Clarity through obstruction… Love it, Britta!
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Thanks, Yvette. Much appreciated.
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