Is it still stoning out?
Those granite days
when the sky is
so hard
the colors of our eyes
are whetstone
and the birds
sound like flint
across the water.
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qbit 
Excellent!
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Thank you! Qq – I added/dropped and “s” at the end of whetstone about a dozen times. What say you?
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Or other variants?
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No s. Prefer the ambiguity of adj vs noun. – like granite.
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Ok, that’s where I landed. But thought I’d check since you parse things more closely than most people! Thanks!
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Ooo – a new tagline – “parses things more closely than most people” Perhaps on a coffee cup… (thanks!) LOL
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Maybe a picture of Bogart and Bacall – “Here’s parsing at you, kid”
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I like both but your revised “tightened” version has the winning edge for me.
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Whew! Always easy to break things that don’t need to be fixed… Thanks.
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You do the forms really well, q! (I never take it for granite.)
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Ahahaha! Thanks.
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Hmmm, not sure how this ended up tagged Haiku. Gonna fix that.
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Definitely, a superb! poem packed with metaphors and imagery. I love this poem seriously. Good work.
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Thanks!!
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You’re welcome, qbit. 🙂
Words and poetry are such powerful gifts that we all possess.
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‘the colors of our eyes are whetstone’ -love this imagery!
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