Today I draw not from The Red Road, but inspired by the poems of Red Hawk, encountered first this morning in an old issue (2007) of Vallum magazine, http://www.vallummag.com/poem_redhawk_dream.htm
and later this morning I also see another Red Hawk poem on Rattle: http://www.rattle.com/poetry/category/poems/
“…they come up river-haunted.
spewing up the language of river stones…” — from Dreaming With The Stone, Red Hawk
As this journey through small stones flows
to its last days, I’m drawn to the flat black stones
of Red Hawk’s river, to the small brown pebbles
in a dry fountain on a bookshelf, to the gloss on
grey stones the colour of doves’ wings
in the late sun of early summer evenings
each speaks its own stone dialect, yet only the touchstones
from friends no longer here reveal their messages.
The first says “Peace” and the other whispers “Believe”.
CAS Jan 27, 2015
I love this one, Carol. I, too, am thinking about the smallstone enterprise and looking forward to haiku (maybe) for February. How about you?
I may keep on with a poem a day, but probably not haiku. Something a little less constraining perhaps.