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

fresh aire

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__

 

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reflections from lumaha’i

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

 

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photo by lynn