A
rush of
water sprays
over jagged
places, and gushes
down into the chasm,
skipping over shards of rock.
Falling from an impressive height.
it slides past every obstacle.
Continually, it falls but never breaks.
© Susan Joy Clark 2021
II Corinthians 7:8-9
8 We are hard-pressed on every side, yet not crushed; we are perplexed, but not in despair; 9 persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed—
This poem is in response to Colleen M. Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday prompt. The idea was to write an ekphrastic poem with metaphor based on the above photograph. I chose to write an etheree, one of the acceptable forms, because it would create a waterfall effect visually.