Rivers roar deeply
Under cloudy mute surface
—Frozen waterfall—
Poem inspired and suggested by Naturalist Weekly https://naturalistweekly.com/
Photo by Laurel Highlands under Flickr & Creative Commons
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THE WOUND THAT HEALS 
Excellent words for icy falls.
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Thank you, Tim. I once read a Norwegian novel by Tarjei Vesaas called “The Ice Palace” about a large ice castle that formed by a waterfall. The symbolism and dangers affecting the community were written magnificently, starkly and very chillingly. I’ve never actually seen one, but it would be quite something.
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Beautiful combination of your words and the picture, Mary Jo! Many thanks:)
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Martina, very happy to please! Thank you for your kind words.
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Wow! A great write My Friend. Love the imagery.
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Thank you for this response, Goff!
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Pleasure.
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Beautiful! Thank you Mary Jo!
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My pleasure, Filipa! 🙂
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Powerful pairing of poetry and picture, Mary Jo! Superb writing.
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Thank you so very much, Dave!
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“Rivers roar deeply”. Those words sent me back to Northern Manitoba. In the early days, there were no roads to Lynn Lake. Our mode of transportation was by train. It would take 11 hours to cover 200 miles. The scenery that passed by the windows was breathtaking, especially in winter. Between the train cars, there was an opening where we could look out. It was very cold, but when we saw the the Churchhill River come into view, it was worth the frost bite to watch the river surge by, defying any build up of ice. The quiet forest (we called it bush) witnessed it all as the train moved us on.
By the way, I’m going to look up “The Ice Palace” written by Norwegian author Tarjei Vesaas. I understand that iIt is about Siss, a young girl who moves to a small village in Norway and discovers a mysterious ice palace in the woods.
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Your reminiscences about life at Lynn Lake are wonderful, Rebecca! I can barely imagine what that was like for you as a child.
That novel’s spare language but dense emotional evocation is quite an experience. There is some tragedy, so be advised.
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Muted though it may be, the river’s power still flows deep within. Wonderful haiku, my dearest Mary Jo!
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Frozen water sculptures complement that old adage that still waters run deep. 😉 Thank you, dear Marina.
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Oh, yes they do. You expressed this contrast beautifully! 🙏😘
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I found this poem very evocative. I could feel the tension between movement and stasis.
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I’m delighted you felt this, Liz. No doubt you’ve experienced this in your New England woods. It’s quite a phenomenon, that nearly impossible balance between cold, hard surface and warmer, deeper existence. The metaphor is contemplative indeed.
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Yes, I have experienced this in the New England woods, I’m happy to say.
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This is so beautiful !
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Thank you!
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This is such a great ku that engages the readers senses. And wonderful picture that you found to illustrate your image. I know how challenging that can be sometimes.
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I really appreciate your comments, Mark! Finding photos is a challenge I enjoy. Words and images fit together, no matter the order of inspiration.
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Awesome photo!!! Wonderful poem…
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I love finding photos to suit my poems. Thanks, Linda 🙂
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