sunken steps of stone,
history rustling in the trees,
nothing but worn footholds left,
when those who remember are gone
the universe sighs final breaths,
ripples of joy and sorrow.
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This small poem emerged today from a haiku that I posted on September 18, 2017, almost one year ago:
sunken steps of stone
under ancient canopy
history rustles
The idea to do this came from Amaya at dVerse who, for Tuesday Poetics: On a Loop, invites us to loop back to a past September 11 (or date nearby) to create a new poem from a piece of an old one.
Photo Credit: bonitavista.tumblr.com
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Ontheland 
Lovely!
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Thank you, Cindy.
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The imagery is beautiful here as I read the universe sighs with relief. It can be a gift, and also a great burden to remember. Thanks, Janice.
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I really like this expansion, Janice–the rustling of history in the trees and the sighs of the universe.
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Thank you, Merril.
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Maybe humanity is like those stairs… and without remembering the one who went before is our progress will crumble
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Fantabulous series! 😎🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀
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Really great.poem. We see stones like Stone Henge and wonder what might have taken place way back then. No one really knows.
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Thanks Dwight…that’s a good observation: Stone Henge with unknown history and then there must be human structures that are gone without a trace as well…everything decays over time
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I like those ripples portrayed as breaths.
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Thank you, Frank.
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I love the idea of history rustling in the trees. I’m not sure why, but one of my favorite things to do when we travel is to visit old cemeteries. Now I’ll always think of history rustling in the trees.
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We are the universe, aren’t we? A little corner of which that remembers, sighing
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Very lovely!
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Thank you, Lona.
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