The Island recalls
Before it was a mountain
It had been lava.
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The Volcano will also argue that the smoke it generates also counts as a gaseous state of being, take that, water! The Ocean looks smug and does not deign to reply...
Note for people struggling with the haiku count: Using apostrophes to cut out syllables might make you sound like Shakespeare, and possibly more than a little pretentious, but it's a valid and legitimate cheat.
Also, counting out on your fingers helps a lot.
(Particularly long note in order to hit the 100 minimum for poems)
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Natasja Rose
I've been writing since I learned how, but those have been lost and will never see daylight (I hope).
I'm an Indie Author, with 30+ books published.
I live in Sydney, Australia
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Comments (6)
Hmm, mountain memories. Cool approach.
Thanks for the tip! great haiku 🙏
Fabulous!!! Love it!!!
Very nice.
Excellent entry
Wonderful! I thought you did a great job choosing that image as it paired so well with your words. Well done :)