I penned this poem at the base of Niagara’s Horseshoe Falls as I clumsily tried to capture the magic of what I was viewing. My hope is that a bit of the power of this place found its way into my verse. Enjoy!

Niagra Falls, July 2022, K.Hartless


Slow motion 
green to white,
a miracle before our eyes.
Same as when I feel for you,
     a thousand shooting stars,
     a million falling moon beams,
that voice –

The ephemeral feeling 
this could be a dream 
I’m executing.

Shy light beams
a smoke screen,
a waterfall eroding, 

White curls of wisdom
     cascade in
     frothy steam
and perhaps with 
gracious luck
      reincarnated by clouds
to fall a second time.

© 2022 | K.Hartless


  1. The waterfall does erode the rocks. Thousands of years ago, the falls were further downstream. Imagine, that all the water in the Great Lakes system will eventually pass over these falls. I’ve never been there…

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    • I’m so glad you enjoyed this poem, Jeff. Some of my writes are driven by the head and others by the head and the heart. For me, this was all heart with no logic intruding. It feels very vulnerable to write this way, as I’m sure you know. 💜

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      • Ah, I love the distinction you create between the head and the heart; I do know about this, and it is vulnerable. It’s a lovely space, and one that yields splendid poetry, even if we choose to keep it to ourselves sometimes. You’re welcome, K. Always. 💜


    • Oh, thank you so much for these kind words. I was lucky to be able to just reflect and take in the power and beauty of forces way beyond myself. I’m so grateful to have you as a reader. 💜


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