twisted sisters

Bathers” by Picasso, 1918

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Three sunbathing sisters from Spain

grew tired of rain on the plain;

trio traveled to beach

but feared dark hair would bleach

so learned yoga to ease mental pain.

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Linking to dVerse poets where Melissa invites us to write poetic response to Picasso…

see sea shells

Photo by Abhijeet Majhi on Unsplash

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by curl of sea, walk curve of sand
wet feet make footprints on dry land
while combing beach for shells we see
to reach, pick up, turn palm of hand
and rinse sand off in waves as we
walk curve of sand, by curl of sea

find abalone, dig clams and snails
put cockleshells in handled pails
spot cowrie, conch or spiraled cone
look up to watch wind fill boat sails
search pools of inter-tidal zone
dig clams and snails, find abalone

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Check out dVerse poets where Laura reintroduces us to the “sparrowlet” form

siren song

hear seagulls crying

salty mist caresses dunes

come walk shrouded beach

january sky

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roaring down the beach
at the height of winter waves
mist clouds
                                by Jane Reichhold

roll damp chill over sand dunes
ghosted with dusting of snow

                                 by lynn__


Tan renga response to another poet’s haiku. Linking to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.

beachcombers

do you see that little seashell?
left from wave swell
so delicate—
i would like it.

it’s that freckled one over there
exposed to air
lying on sand
reach out your hand.

now, did you see that seashell move?
get it, my love
make a quick grab
—a hermit crab!


Grace invites us to write “minute poems” at dVerse Poets pub. A Minute Poem has 60 syllables, 3 quatrains of 8-4-4-4 syllable lines, and aabb-ccdd-eeff rhyme scheme.

surf’s up!

roaring down the beach
at the height of winter waves
mist clouds

© Jane Reichhold (1937-2016)

roaring down the beach
dangerous surf erases
beachcombers’ footprints

at the height of winter waves
surfers in wet suits compete
catch wave or wipe out

mist clouds
rise as waves surge against cliffs
salt spray drenches rocks

© Lynn Wielenga (2021)


Link to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai “troiku” challenge to take each line of original haiku and begin a new haiku.

sea of tranquility

Lillian at dVerse invites us to write a quadrille (44-word poem) on the most beautiful word in our language: tranquility


 

adirondacks sit on
porch of beach house
surf flows in, lightly froths
foam over fine sand…
sucked back to sea,
leaving castaway shells.
seagulls perch on pier…
launch upward in lazy arcs
where white clouds float,
billow, accumulate into
tranquil dreams…
of sunny tomorrow.

 

 

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photo by lynn

peaceful surf

Tan renga challenge at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai


 

sunday morning
all the waves in white
kneeling on the beach                          © Jane Reichhold

 

receive a sabbath blessing
from the ocean Creator

© lynn__

 

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photo by lynn

 

 

picnic by the sea

Linking to Gina’s picnic themed haibun prompt at dVerse Poets

Camping near the beach, we plan a picnic lunch to the enticing sound of surf. The cool morning sea breeze has acquiesced to the gentle sun’s insistent warming. We pack water bottles, ham, cheese & lettuce sandwiches, chips, sugar cookies, and  mandarin oranges into the yellow backpack. We pull on swimsuits, grab thick towels, sand implements, and two shapeless sack chairs for us parents.

In sandals and flip flops, we traipse across hot asphalt parking lot, zigzag along boardwalk down the grassy dunes to the beach. Happily off-season, we take our time choosing just the right spot on the uncrowded sand. Mom and Dad commence to read or nap in the sun while sons eagerly deploy tools for building the world’s greatest sand castle near the water.

 

southern vacation
keep sand out of sandwiches
seagulls beg for crumbs

 

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photo by lynn

imagine

 

it’s easy to imagine a snug log cabin in the woods
when you’re sipping tea on a quiet snowy day

it’s easy to imagine a cruise to a tropical island
when you’re trying on a pair of glamorous sunglasses

it’s easy to imagine hiking up a clear mountain trail
when you’re climbing stairs with another load of laundry

it’s easy to imagine lying on a private sandy beach
when you’re painting the house in hot summer sun

it’s easy to imagine speaking wisdom into the world
when you’re silent because you think no one is listening

natural revelation

sunday morning
all the waves in white
kneeling on the beach
© Jane Reichhold

prayer clouds in blue heaven
creation’s meditation
© lynn__

white+waves

Tan renga challenge at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

sand romance

Chevrefeuille is “romancing haiku” at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

 

love absorbs sun’s heat

footprints on secluded beach

warm kiss remembered

 

 

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photo by lynn

 

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