Tag: Beach

The Birds Have Flown – A Haibun

There is a magical day in late April or early May when I pull out of my garage, head to the road and there are hardly any cars to be seen. A smile will light up my face and I will exclaim “They have gone” and a long sigh of relief will leave my body.

Our little coastal “city” quietens down and you can almost feel its heartbeat slowing in gratitude. Yes, the snowbirds would have flown back north and the traffic jams will be no more. There will be no one driving 40 mph in the fast lane. We will be able to get a doctor’s or dentist’s appointment once more and no waiting for a restaurant reservation.

Off-season is my favorite season of the year.

Snowbirds have flown north
Peaceful solitude returns
Beach pristine once more

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Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting Haibun Monday at D’Verse and has prompted us with ‘Late Spring’

At First Light

At First Light

At first light the rolling fog
Sits perched just above the tide
Hovering, unmoved by the sea below
A tiny crab disappears
into its hidey hole in the sand
Shells scattered like confetti
waiting to be bleached by the
morning sun, yet to show its face
Mine the only footprints to mark
their presence on the pristine beach
Soon to be crowded with bodies
lined up like sardines in a can
smothered in oil
These silent moments alone
Precious and priceless

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Sarah is hosting D'Verse Poets and gave us some fascinating prompt words
that are actually names of paints.  Here is the list:
* Trumpet
* Tea with Florence
* Chemise
* Confetti
* Goblin
* Mirror
* Rolling fog
* First light
* Hidey hole
* Masquerade
We were to choose one or more to inspire our poem. I chose four:
First light, confetti, rolling fog and hidey hole.

Without a Trace – Poem of the Month – February 2022

Without a Trace

Footprints stolen
by the sea
Voices drowned
by gulls
Words carried
away in protest
on salty winds
The beach keeps its secrets
of ghosts from the past
Sweeping away remnants 
of life and love
without a trace
until there’s nothing left
but pristine sand
Although here
among the driftwood
and starfish,
your essence
lingers still
Your presence
is felt, always
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Sarah from Sarahsouthwest is hosting Tuesday night at D'Verse
and she has prompted us with Lost Valentines "lost loves, your
broken loves, your loves that never were! The fireworks that
didn’t quite go off, the bud that never opened, the seed that
failed to sprout."
This is a poem I wrote a couple of years ago

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Common Language – Flash Fiction

Common Language

Her early morning beach walk cleared the lingering fog in her head.  Remnants of heady passion from the night before were hard to shake off. 

Surprised to see him when she had opened her eyes.   Sunlight shining on his bronzed body.  She’d half expected him to have left without a word.  She panicked slightly, and pulled on her shirt slipping silently out the door.

She sat studying the clouds.

“There you are” she heard a voice say 

She turned.  He was walking along the damp sand towards her.  

“Why did you leave?” he asked. His voice slightly accented.

“Just looking for familiar objects in these clouds.”  she answered without thinking.

“But these clouds are clearly foreign, such an exotic clutter against the blue cloth of the sky”, he said.

“Clouds speak in the universal language”, her voice a little husky. “Don’t you know that?”

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Merril is hosting D’Verse Poets Prosery Monday and has prompted us with ‘Clouds’.
We are to use the following lines:

“But these clouds are clearly foreign, such an exotic clutter
Against the blue cloth of the sky”

–from “Clouds” by Constance Urdang

Prosery is a piece of flash fiction no ,longer than 144 words, excluding the title.

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Still Talking

Still Talking

He is still talking ...
I listened intently for as long as I could
but felt my mind wandering
to a faraway place where all I could hear
was the gentle lapping of waves
against a sandy shores

A warm breeze rustled the sea grasses
as I studied my toes buried deep
in the cool soft powdered beach
I watched sandpipers toying with the water
Running out and running in, never to get wet

I picked up treasure of bleached-out shells
Waiting in their emptiness to be collected 
and transported elsewhere and stored
in a box with a lid closed tight
Never to see the sun again until needed
for a memory check of what once was

I followed footprints along the beach
Watching the tide reclaim them effortlessly
The colors began to change in the late afternoon
and there is an orange glow the color of marmalade
A seagull shrieks loudly
and I am startled from my peaceful sojourn
It is then I realize ...
He is still talking 
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Peter Frank is hosting D'Verse Poets, Meet at the Bar tonight.
He has prompted us with 'Circular poetry'.  We have the option to
write a Pantoum or Villanelle which are circular poems with
repetition, or to write a poem showing something coming
full circle

Photo by Saksham Gangwar on Unsplash

Drum Circle – A Quadrille

Drum Circle

Sunday evenings
without fail
the drum circle
on the beach
and to the 
setting sun
its worshippers
do hail
On the sand
they dance
in a circle
of frenzy 
on their drums
to the music
and welcoming
anyone who comes
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Mish is hosting Monday Quadrille at D'Verse Poets
and has prompted us with the word Drum

A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words 
excluding the title

The Drum Circle is a weekly event year-round
on Siesta Key Beach, Sarasota, FL
Drum Circle Siesta Key Beach, Sarasota, FL
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