lion’s tooth in sun’s face

A tan renga written for challenge at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai


 

dandelion dandelion
on the sandy beach
spring opens its eyes                           © Ogiwara Seisensui
 

warm salty sea breezes blow
…dandelion sneezes seeds                     lynn__

 

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photo by lynn

met desert tortoise out of element

 

On the beach, crawled pet tortoise named Tank

when a wave rolled, his wrinkled neck shrank

hard shell shaped like a boat

four legs paddled to float

that resourceful young tortoise ne’er sank!

 

once upon a beach

Carpe Diem’s prompt from Jane Reichhold’s “Dictionary of Haiku”:  beach

 

mesmerizing swell

turquoise waves break in white froth

caressing smooth stones

 

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photo by lynn

 

 

driftwood shadows

 

time drifts out with tide

gnarled remnant of bare tree

left on sunset beach

 

stories etched in dry bones’ grain

memories imprint wet sand

 

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photo credit: Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

European tour: Bulgaria

Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai hosts virtual tour of Europe this month.

 

Oilcape

 

beyond beach crowd noise

forest preserve wraps mountain

cliff overlooks sea

 

(Photo credit: CDHK)

 

a walking haibun

“Home is everything you can walk to.”  ― Jerry Spinelli, Stargirl

To hike a mountain wearing backpack is divine; climb to cool heights with marmots, and drink in far vistas. To stroll barefoot along the sandy beach is mesmerizing; play catch-me-if-you-can with foamy waves, and chase seagulls. To meander with walking stick on fern trail through piny forest is refreshing; listen for bears, and follow a stony stream. To exercise with dog on rural mile is simple enjoyment; be led over gently rolling hill, push into prairie wind, and gaze at the wide expanse of sky.

 

walk down gravel road

see the farmer working field

pure ambulation

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Come take a walk with the poets at dVerse !

postcards home

Turkish peninsula is favored tourist destination. Rent a sailboat at local marina and explore a nearby cove’s cerulean waters, surrounded by lush green hills of olive, tangerine and palm trees. Or stroll the narrow, pebbly beach below Bodrum’s charming white stone houses with mud-thatched flat roofs. Swim with the fish by day, dance under stars by night.

body washed on beach
dinghy overturns in crossing
weep with refugees

http://wewelcomerefugees.com

at the seashore

 

stroll down sandy beach
wind lifts hair in rippling waves
feel salt spray touch face

feel salt spray touch face
seagulls fight over starfish
sound of wings flapping

sound of wings flapping
gulls hover until sundown
beachcombers keep shells

 

photo by lynn

photo by lynn


 

Posting this cascading haiku in response to CDHK prompt today.

armchair aussome

My ears would smile to hear the Aussies talk

Heart sail away on Sydney’s opera house

Mind glow with climb of Table Cape lighthouse

My eyes would laugh at sunrise on red Rock.

 

Experience down-under is my wish

View platypus, wombat, and kangaroo

Hear Aboriginal didgeridoo  (whoo-oo)

Taste fresh-caught barramundi in my dish.

 

To drive along high cliffs of Ocean Road

And lay upon Johanna’s sandy beach

To know koala habitat’s in reach,

This be the best stay-cation i download!

 

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driftwood

–dedicated to my brother, Dale, who is a safe harbor

 

“i am an island!” he declared,

staking his flag in the sand;

she shook her head laughing,

“how so?” but she already

understood his answers.

 

other shores beckoned her

yet he seemed content to

stay, digging in soft sands;

she paddled to a far harbor

uncertain when she’d return.

 

aren’t we all little islands?

“i mean, you’re there and i’m

here with an ocean of words

between us”…not to mention

thoughts, plans and dreams.

 

always creating ripples in

concentric circles, our ever-

widening waves roll outward

to crash in foamy surf upon

others’ glistening shores.

 

“why not leave your island?”

she urged but he insisted that

he liked his own beach view;

so we keep paddling rowboats

to reach each other’s worlds.

 

in space between, we send sea gulls and

glass bottles carrying messages of love.

 

 

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Thanks to Claudia at d’Verse for challenging us to use conversation…