These aren't quite haikus, though they're heavily inspired by them. To my mind, they're too subjective, and tell too much of a story taken together. I like them both individually and all together. So I put pictures in between them to divide them up in the reader's eye. So that you can see this is not one long poem with many stanzas, but many short poems on a common theme. And the theme is rocks, and my relationship to them. I hope you enjoy reading at least some of these, as much as I enjoyed writing them. Just take the time to read them as separate poems, one at a time.
Rocks sing constant songs
Avalanches, quarries, lava
Songs from where they came
Rocks sing constant songs
Sand and dust and memories
Songs for where they'll go
Rocks understand
Eruption is birth to them
Rocks know birth
Rocks understand
Sand is death to them
Rocks know death
Rocks understand
Sand can form into sandstone
Rocks know rebirth
Rocks resonate with
The rocks in the ground
Rocks are social
Rocks in my hand
Sing only in tactile ways
Rocks talk through touch
I can feel a rock
Telling me and other rocks
Of its secret past
I can feel a rock
Resonating with my bones
I can speak rock
Bones are made of rock
We are each carrying round
Rocks inside us all
One can throw a rock
One can make a stone castle
Rocks hurt and protect
Rocks are made into
Stonehenge and cathedrals
Rocks make things sacred
Holy is not made
Holy already exists
Rocks are holy
In my pocket
Pieces of sacredness
Kept in form of rocks
Agate is my friend
Fiery, smooth, and translucent
She sits in my hand
Schorl egg in hand
Black with a soap-like texture
Warding off bad dreams
When I close my eyes
Amethyst has same color
As the Mother Tree
Amber holds the sun
Yellow, red, and fiery orange
Sunset sparkles depth.
Lapis is a world
Deep blue with islands of gold
Yet fits in my hand
Unobtrusive brown
Spectrolite is secretive
Flashing blue and orange
Tiger eye's well named
Glints flow from depth to surface
Like a cat's eyes
Sitting by the road
I splay my legs to the sides
Stack rocks on my knees
Grey pebbles have
Just as interesting stories
As precious gemstone
It was plain grey rocks
Who kept me company
When no one else would
Grey rocks said I had
Place in the world beyond
Human social world
Grey rocks sang
Of avalanche and mudslide
Of death sand and love
When grey rocks sang
All the ground seemed to rumble
With their wisdom
Grey rocks are not dull
They are underestimated by
Those who look with eyes
Rocks beneath our feet
Rumble to each other now
All around the world
Rocks in my hands
Tell me that I am real
Rocks in pockets too
Sitting in my hands
Rocks keep silent company
Unobtrusive friends