~ Haiku Cyclet

~ Haiku Cyclet

I

 

Stretching, Dawn yawned

Light plays upon horizons

Sirens seeking sailors

II

Morning and a paddle

Went boating of a morning
Early birds out with the sun
When everything was quiet
And the day had just begun

The water was idyllic
With just a gentle swell
And the temperature was lovely
As by the picture you can tell

Blue Five

Seven colours, seven days
It’s blue today for me
The fifth one in the rainbow
and the colour of the sea

A place as much a part of me
as I am part of it
which by its calming waters
I will often simply sit

The green and the grey

The prevailing Sou’Westerly’s blowing quite hard
with white horses out there today
Its cooler but the view from the beach
is great with the green and the grey

Two Winds

​two eyes, they rise

two eyes, they kneel

in two hearts

they find none

A Living Fossil

You are the visceral imprint,

The perennial impression,

Something deep inside of me,

A poignant and recurring melody.

A song I’ve always known,

The centerpiece, the cornerstone,

Allure

The allure of the ocean
calls often to me
whenever I’m taken
away from the sea
So I have to return
as one does for a friend
as its magic and beauty
has no limit or end

Blue, the beach, twilight and a wander

Lights in the far distance
across the darkening sand
In swiftly facing twilight
as night-time gathers and
the beach and sea reflect the blue
with a peaceful lapping sound
And we’re the only people here
with silence all around

Because we can

We’ll walk on the beach
at low tide on the sand
as dusk descends swiftly
and everything’s grand
With the lights from the city
out there to the East
Shining bright like a beacon
for a visual feast

sea anemones

taste of sea

in your mouth

when

tongues

mingle

explore

your ear a

conch shell

Seal

On the rocks by an island
with the tide going out
I saw a seal lounging
and gave him a shout

Whitley Bay

St Mary’s lighthouse on the coast
here at Whitley Bay
On a coastal island
at the tail end of a day

Seaside

On the wall is a sign
that points to Seaside
It points the right way
and we’ve nothing to hide
For just ten minutes walk
takes us down to the shore
It’s a privilege yes, and
we’d not ask for more

Went for a walk

Went for a walk
down by the sea
Near to the waves
as they sang to me

Surfcall

Sun on water
Surf a flat white
The beach as ever
A wonderful sight
Wavelets turning
Watch them fall
The sea in movement
With its call

Seen and found

Sand as far as eye can see
with Brighton to the East
this vista at this time of year
a perfect visual feast

Widewater Teazles

Widewater teazles
on a cold winter’s day
the air was quite frigid
and the water was grey

There was no-one around
when we got there at three
Just Obi and Basil, our dogs
Sal and me

The song of every ocean

I know you’ve probably heard this
many times before
And the last thing that I want
is for it to be a bore

But the song I hear each morning
at the beginning of a day
Is something I must shout about
in each and every way

Driving home

The nicest thing when driving home
when the traffic is quite slow
is the view we have of beach and sea
(It’s comforting, you know)

Down to the sea

Finished my work
wandered down to the sea
the freshening breeze
appealing to me
Watched the waves crash
there on the beach
above the tideline
and just out of reach

Anonymous

Fever, like a wound,
twist of heat and burn,

we use to follow the stars home, we once
thought the Morning Star a god,

Lucifer was once tangled in love,
of Venus hue.

Last Sunrise

If I didn’t know better (and maybe I don’t)
it was almost as if the sun
had something of a point to prove
with another day begun

Twilight

A walk on the beach with sand at my feet
under a yellowing sky
The sun has set over there in the West
as a seagull flies slowly by

The longest pier

The longest pier apparently
in the world today
That’s Southend here in Blighty
not a lot more I can say

Apart from that it’s very long
stretching out to sea
The pier head barely visible
in the wide Thames estuary

Southend

Southend Pier, the estuary
the sky a speckled grey
reflected on the water
at the end of a long day
The fairground quiet and empty
the evening lights aglow
It’s peaceful here in winter
as the tidal waters flow

An Ocean of Colors to find with me.

Whale rise.

Rise UP high.

Waters Edge

The lapping sea
The water cold
The breakwater
The very old
The ocean song
The greying sky
The water sound
The seagull cry

Contented treads…

Walking slowly on the shingle
the crunching ‘neath my feet
as pebbles slip and slide
and tideline flotsam
with my roving eyeline meet