Sitting in the sea revisited

No 8 of 12 in the Jemverse series ‘Back to the sea’

Think I’ll go sit in the sea
Let the waves wash over me
One of the best places to be
When I am feeling like this

Think I’ll go play in the sand
Build something with my own hand
A castle that’s splendid and grand
Where I will then live in bliss

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Revisiting the ever there

No 7 of 12 in the Jemverse series ‘Back to the sea’

Hidden in your moving green and grey
I see your missing smile
But, braced against the salt-sting blast,
Calm will return a while

You change. but with eyes closed
That sweet, familiar taste
Reminds me of sultry summer days
Beneath this winter waste

Loosing myself in your expression, I see change
But it matters not to me
Fickle it may be, yet your promise there
Reminds me of what you are, the sea

Dear John…

I can’t help but laugh
It’s the best choice I’ve made
I can find sunlight in the darkest shade
I suppose it will be my epitaph

Watching revisited

No 6 of 12 in the Jemverse series ‘Back to the sea’

I watched the sea, it did me proud
I smiled at it and laughed out loud
The waves they roared, I roared right back
As I wasn’t having any of that
Alone on the stone with sun and spray
On a fine and perfect Springtime day
On the shoreline with the crashing sounds
That filled the air and shook the ground

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Hand drawn creations

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The body is tired,
My mind will not stop,

Scorched

The fire was mostly extinguished by then

From the little shack up there on the ridge
she could see trees weeping ash

tiny deer gathered by the salt lick
seeming almost drunk in their confusion

eagles with singed wings still soared above
it was a magnificent sight

at least from the limited view she had

Revisiting Tiny white horses

No 5 of 12 in the Jemverse series ‘Back to the sea’

There are tiny white horses out there
Scampering daintily over the hills
That form as the wavelets tumble
Rolling over a sandscape
Glistening in the evening sun
And the wind seems to have dropped
I can taste the salt and feel
the warmth of a setting sun

The Counselor

 

Sometimes I lay awake in the
dark and wonder what might have been
if…if

Would the person I was way back
then even recognize this world
of lies

Revisiting a friend

No.4 of 12 in the Jemverse series ‘Back to the sea’

There is no other sound quite like it
It is unique, it is sublime
Like a constant whisper out there
When it’s calm and weather’s fine

Or then when wind decides to blow
And storms come from the North
It is like a constant thunder
As the waves slam back and forth

It is a mystery to me
But it’s also like a friend
An ever-changing story
With no beginning and no end

Daffodil Queen

All or nothing on a
bright afternoon
Crowns of
daffodils, each
fanning out in
glorious green and
heavy with
ivory yellow blossoms

Lapping revisited

No.3 of 12 in the Jemverse series ‘Back to the sea’

With a calming serenity, the lapping sea
Silently approaches the shore
And, with the faintest of whispers, turns on itself
Before slipping back for more

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You help me to speak
To myself,

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Skittering little insects
Race around in my skull

a token of love – haiku

 

 

Grow flower – live.

Little Blackbird

The little blackbird is dead
No longer will I wake to the
cheerful song she sang
each morning from
the old oak tree outside
my bedroom window

I watched the sea revisited

No.2 of 12 in the Jemverse series ‘Back to the sea’

I watched the sea
It did me proud
I smiled at it
Then laughed out loud
The warming sun
Bright in my face
On Shoreham beach
My special place

Mending

Set upon the hall table
sunlight streaming through grand windows
I examined its cut glass corners and
sparkling facets casting perfect rainbows

the epitome of undefined living

Revisiting a Pocketful of Pebbles

1 of 12 in the Jemverse series ‘Back to the Sea’

I have a pocket full of pebbles
But some are no longer there
Weighty, they burn a hole and yet
Their tactile pleasure keeps them there. For a while.

My pebbles are selected well
I will see them and feel them and then
When I am sure that one is right
I will add it to the others where it becomes a friend.

To Be Divine

Fear is a puppet master, pulling all the strings
while Hate is a prison guard, holding all the keys
Rage is the spark to a flame, orchestrating chaos

Rising tide

Watching water
slowly fill
Waves get bigger
bigger still
Beach gets smaller
Sea get wide
Standing here
with rising tide

On Finding Clarity

She wakes to walk the streets at dawn
the sky dresses in purples, reds, and golds
Examining the empty storefronts, she wonders What will become of this day
the stillness of the space brings comfort
She addresses the blackbirds and says today will be kind

Tri-Haiku XVII (awakening)

In this quiet time
before the morning arrives
Slumber fades away

And awakening
with my coffee freshly ground
a fragrance pervades

with birdsong chorus
on the cusp of a brand new day
The blue sky greets me

Healing Spaces

Tobacco hills and tangerine skies
painting my way across cold memories
with a heart, stoned and stowed away
Practicing the art of self-healing

For a flower passing

On April seven a flower bloomed
as another faded still
falling silently asleep
Gently passing til
with spreading wide of petals
and yellow for the Spring
The one that bloomed to passing
stood with angels there to sing

At one with the sea

Came to the sea
at its beckon and call
Embraced by its welcoming arms
Knew solace and comfort
The promise it gave
that here I would come to no harm

Tri-haiku XVI (sparkles)

Doors flung wide open
the outside comes inside now
with fragrance of Spring

The stranger visits
looking for a place to sit
Anywhere will do

And its radiance
paints everything golden here
Sparkles all over

Little Yellow

Little yellow dandelions
growing wildly there
And yes, I know that they are weeds
but I don’t really care