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.
Lapping Waves [Free Verse]
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Tag Archives: Seashore
Crab Gravity [Haiku]
a crab on a rock - another above, who's to say who's upside-down?
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Light Lover [Haiku]
one shaggy branch
cranes out over the shore,
receives light reward
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Liquid Metal [Haiku]
The Great Roundness [Free Verse]
As in Hokusai’s Great Wave,
I watch waves roll over,
before a volcanic cone.
Though these waves are
small & close,
they are perfectly rounded.
And though the distant volcano
looms large over the shore waves,
it has perfect symmetry.
I feel the roundness
&
simultaneous devastating power
of both elements at once.
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Rocky Shores [Free Verse]
a rocky monolith, jutting from the sea, is smashed by waves. overgrown with moss & gnarled trees. battered brutally & unrelentingly, and yet unchanged & unmoved. birds confidently settle upon the rocks & take off again, leisurely.
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Faux Ocean [Haiku]
clouds in the valley
look like water at the shore
on a gorgeous day
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Mud [Kyōka]
the mud patterns carved in the tidal zone beat any work of art by Andy Warhol
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The Churn [Free Verse]
On the shore of angry seas I hear the crash of foamy waves, but miss the crisp sudsy sizzle that one hears on a sunny summer day. That nuanced note is lost to the Churn
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POEM: Seashore Mind [PoMo Day 15 – Villanelle]
The waves are churned to foam. The sight mesmerizes. My mind is miles from home. My seated self does roam -- chaos that surprises, like waves are churned to foam. Like one w/ Capgras Syndrome, hustler mistrust arises. My mind 's wary of home. I focus on the chrome, but my ear recognizes the waves that churn to foam. I've vagabond chromosomes, but still the thought chastises: "Your mind is miles from home!" I'm sitting all alone, and my mind surmises: Like waves churned to foam, your mind 's so far from home.
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