“Hold”
Tides ebb, the wheel turns,
sand grains wash out and return.
Hold fast the taut line.
Steve D
Tag: tide
Haiku Sunday – Roil
“Roil”
Aqua-teal waves churn,
black stones a steadfast buttress,
to hold off the tide.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Pull
“Pull”
Crash, hiss, recede, build.
Shallow tides to sweep the feet,
draw into its depths.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Breathe
“Breathe”
Cool relief washes,
chest rises, falls like the tide.
Ocean in your lungs.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Tide
“Tide”
Undercurrent bass,
low roars and rattling sighs,
a layered chorus.
Steve D
Haiku Wednesday – Level
“Level”
Serene horizon
disguising tides in tumult,
like shards of sapphire.
Steve D
Traveler’s Haiku – Carried
“Carried”
Like a speck of foam
bobbing between salty swells
to land somewhere new.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Unwind
“Unwind”
Stresses numbed in waves,
falling away like sand grains,
washed out on the tide.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Shore
“Shore”
Waves charge like armies,
Swarming over rocks – hold fast!
A cyclical siege.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Sea of Life 3
“Sea of Life 3”
Though a single wave
Pushes and pulls those around,
Altering currents
Steve D
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