DAILY PHOTO: Balinese Cliffs

Fluid [Free Verse]

bulging undulation 
 of water,

the rolling topsides
  of wave bumps
 catch a blazing
  white shimmer

every square meter
 is in unending flux,
  shifting & rolling,
  growing & shrinking

the wake of a ferry
 causes wave to roll
  into wave at odd angles,
  sending the ripples
  into a cross-hatched 
  madness of bobbing water

i watch for hours and the
 same sea never repeats

Scale Change [Haiku]

boulders in a pond
 become the stone monolith
  islands in a sea.

Summer Seas [Haiku]

summer sunlight 
 sparkles on the sea;
  a boat rocks idly

DAILY PHOTO: Uluwatu Shore

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Surf [Free Verse]

so much power
 in a lazy rolling wave
  as it tips into a tube.

a column of
 weighty water
  piledrives:

pressing one down &
 holding one in a 
  back-shaped divot 
  on the sandy bottom,

a forced pour 
 onto face and chest,

flowing & rolling
 over both sides with 
   such easy skill
    as to negate a 
      frantic, thrashing
       attempt to roll free. 

Ship on the Horizon [Sonnet]

You see that one ship out on the horizon,
and feel that unique tang of loneliness.
There's far, far too much blank sea to thrive in,
and all the makings for keen ghostliness.

That boat will soon be passing beyond sight,
and maybe it will falter, maybe sink.
The sea has created a million plights,
and hazards there will honor no strict brinks.

In Shakespeare, ships are lost, often as not.
See: "Tempest," "Merchant," "Pericles,” and so on.
Perhaps, you'll say that today isn't so fraught
with maritime menace and sea demons.

Why more vexed than those who keep ships running?
'Cause sailors will never, ever, see it coming.

DAILY PHOTO: A Tiny Beach in Southern Bali

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The Long View [Haiku]

up on the cliff,
 i see stones & sea urchins,
  unseen from the beach

Lapping Waves [Free Verse]

Gentle waves lap ashore,
 circling into each other,
  one riding over the other.

The lower sweep becomes
 another shore for the higher.

Which side wins out changes
 from one wave to the next.