posting poetic prose
23 Mar 2026 10 Comments
in quadrille Tags: music, ocean, stars, surf, waves
Today is quadrille Monday at the poets pub where Lillian calls for “silence”.
twilight walks along beach as
wild breakers come crashing in
unpredictable, yet regular rhythm.
out-loud ocean overpowers, while
leaving salty foam, capsized shells,
strands of seaweed in its wake.
distant stars silently appear,
blinking at watery tempest below;
can anyone hear their celestial song?
08 Jun 2022 11 Comments
in ekphrastic Tags: sand, sea, surf
seaside holiday
playing cat-and-mouse with surf
transport sand home
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A senryu for dVerse poets where Merril hosts ekphrastic poetry.
29 Aug 2019 3 Comments
in quadrille, Uncategorized Tags: beach, clouds, dreams, foam, sand, seagulls, surf
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.
photo by lynn
04 Apr 2018 Leave a comment
in haiku Tags: blossoms, butterfly, open, scent, surf, window
See Chèvre’s “fusion” challenge to combine two haiku into one at CDHK:
A fallen blossom
returning to the bough, I thought —
But no, a butterfly.
© Arakida Moritake (Tr. Steven D. Carter)
morning breeze
coming in the window
surf sounds
© Jane Reichhold
an open window–
surf sounds on tropical breeze
butterflies blossom
© lynn__
photo by lynn
31 Jan 2018 10 Comments
in free verse Tags: beach, mirror, sand, surf, tide
Joining dVerse Poets for a mirrored reflection “through the looking glass.”
flowing
through hours’ glass
abrasive sands of time
etching faces
scratching hearts
collecting bits of
life memories
crushed on reefs
hurtled on beaches
worn down
accepting
movement of tide
high and low surf
swelling tears
foaming doubts
leaving behind
glassy mirror
washed shores
smoothed surf
shine on
photo by lynn
a poem in my pocket 
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