Crab Gravity [Haiku]

a crab on a rock -
 another above, who's to say
  who's upside-down?

Light Lover [Haiku]

one shaggy branch
cranes out over the shore,
receives light reward

Liquid Metal [Haiku]

pooled water,
like liquid metal
in waning light

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.

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.

Faux Ocean [Haiku]

clouds in the valley
look like water at the shore
on a gorgeous day

Mud [Kyōka]

the mud patterns
carved in the tidal zone
beat any
work of art by
Andy Warhol

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

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.

DAILY PHOTO: Coastal Flowers, Varkala

Taken in Varkala in March of 2016