Image by Jim Reeves.

Waterfalls (021)

DHBogucki
DHBogucki
Jul 27, 2017 · 1 min read

Every year the light flickering
informs us of the tragedy.

People come to see beauty.
Rushing water pounding,
rock cliffs slowly dissolving.

Flying machines are employed,
someone will find a body.

Let us pray it was soon enough.
Hear the warning as it is spoke.
Death by waterfall is not a joke.


Ok, ok! Yes, the picture is amazing, but I live very near the beauty. Every frickin’ tourist season people die. So, please, I beg you, be safe! Enjoy them, flock to them, take inspiring pictures of them, but while you are scurrying around on slippery rocks make sure to wear shoes that possess good traction.

Please, do enjoy the happier versions coming from Jim Reeves poetry prompt linked above.


While writing all this it had not occurred to me I was about to celebrate the end of week three! WOW! Poem number 021 of 365! Three weeks! Someone pinch me!

DHBogucki

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DHBogucki

Artist, Writer, Tattooist Apprentice, Yoga Teacher, Find me on Instagram, and UnSplash under the same name. https://www.facebook.com/dhbogucki/

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