singing the stones,
ancient and yet still present
in wind that rustles
the trees—the way the birds rise
as one from branches to meet
the glowing edge of the sky
A bussokusekika (written in a 5-7-5-7-7-7 pattern) for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above. I recently saw several poets using this form, and decided to try it myself.
Still listening to the wind.
K. 
Perfect! I’d never have guessed it was a syllable-counting poem. Love the birds rising to the edge of the sky.
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Thanks Jane. This form reminds me of shadorma–it’s a framework that doesn’t shout.
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It’s long enough to be able to say something too.
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This is indeed a place of ancient stone… and I love the rhythm of the bussokusekika. I’d not come across that before.
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Thanks Sue. It’s interesting to me how often your photos reveal what’s not evident.
I like this form–I will be using it again.
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Most of the photos mean something to me, one way or another.
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I like the way the form fills the scene but doesn’t leave it. A magical moment in a day.
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Thanks Jade. We need to savor those moments.
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You’re welcome and yes we do.
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Everyone should rise to meet the sky. It’s better than being unhappy.
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Definitely. Thanks Michelle.
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