Friday, July 01, 2022
Haiku Friday: The Sea
It's there all year, but we usually think of the sea in the summer (unless you are a pirate). Let's haiku about that this week (though poems about lakes, rivers, and streams are also allowed). Here, I will go first:
I love the gray birds
That dash from a wave then turn,
Digging for sand bugs.
Now it is your turn! Just use the 5/7/5 syllable pattern and have some fun.
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Whoooosh the peaceful Whoooosh
of the waves Whoooosh lulls us Whooosh
to sleep Whoooosh Whooosh Whooosh
of the waves Whoooosh lulls us Whooosh
to sleep Whoooosh Whooosh Whooosh
Sunburns and jelly
fish stings. Tar balls wash up from
the Gulf rigs. So what?
You see, my weekends
always had a pot over
a propane burner.
Somethin’ good cookin’.
Fam’ly and friends. Shorts, flip flops,
swimsuit. Nothing more
needed. Our beach house
was the center of the world.
It drew us all in.
fish stings. Tar balls wash up from
the Gulf rigs. So what?
You see, my weekends
always had a pot over
a propane burner.
Somethin’ good cookin’.
Fam’ly and friends. Shorts, flip flops,
swimsuit. Nothing more
needed. Our beach house
was the center of the world.
It drew us all in.
Each wave has a life
aided by a breeze it makes
it across the lake
'Til its journey ends
at my feet too exhausted
to tell its story
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aided by a breeze it makes
it across the lake
'Til its journey ends
at my feet too exhausted
to tell its story
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