Posts Tagged With: Ocean
A white sandy beach
Young child racing through the grains
Spies a tiny shell
Resting in a tidal pool
Waiting to be claimed
Shells upon the beach
One by one they are picked up
For more prompts like “shell” go here: Haiku Horizons
And because I’ve been singing this one all morning.
Thought I would share.
Somewhere deep inside my head
Stir this winter day
Dancing barefoot in the surf
Splashing in the waves
For more prompts like “whimsy” go here: A Week for Writing
A shady palm tree
Escaping to paradise
Soaking up the sea
Thank you for the inspiration Quirky Shine: quirkyshine.wordpress.com
*Sidlak poetry (sid/lak) is a structured poetry consisting of 5 lines with 3-5-7-9 syllables AND A COLOR. The last line must be a COLOR that describes the whole poem or the feelings of the writer.
Sitting with my toes
Firmly planted in the sand
Underneath a loud flapping palm tree
That’s my first attempt at Sidlak Poetry. I would love to hear some thoughts on it and I would love to see what you can do. Post your Sidlak poem either in the comments section or your own blog. Swing back over and leave me your link so I can check it out.
Great version of this Buffett classic.
Listening to the waves crash
Feet in warm soft sand
A long midnight cruise
Sails up, filled out, billowing
Across the ocean
For more prompts like “cruise” go here: Haiku Horizons
This song came to mind when I saw this challenge.
Ocean going ship
Sails billowing, fat and full
Gliding on the blue
I woke up after the 3 a.m. feed this morning with a Jimmy Buffett song playing on my headphone (yes, I said head phone. I lost the ear bud cover to the other piece, so I lopped off that one and just kept the one. Helps when feeding the baby or listening out for her cries). Anyway, a Buffett song was on and it got me thinking about the beach. Then that got me thinking about this Haiku.
Coffee and caffeine
Fill me up before I start
My stay at home day
For more prompts like “before” go here: Haiku Horizons
A red widow’s walk
Cross and photo in her hand
She waits for his ship
For more wordles like this go here: A Week for Writing
Adrift on the sea
Tide guiding the small brown boat
Going where it leads
For more prompts like “float” go here: Haiku Horizons
A short story about two boys who discover a hidden beach and the evil deadly secrets that lie within its soft white grains of sand.
The old man sat on his wooden porch, rocking slowly back and forth in his rocking chair. He watched the waves of the ocean, crashing salty onto the shore. His two grandkids were sitting upon the wooden steps of the porch, waiting patiently for his first tale. He lit his pipe and then turned his eyes upon them. Ryan and Alex smiled with child-like glee. They loved their granddad’s stories, and to them he was everything.
“Let me tell you kids a story,” he replied, with his old gruff voice, which sounded like sandpaper being rubbed softly across wood. He took a puff on his pipe as the smell of cherries permeated the warm autumn air. “This is a story about The Living Sand, a true tale about two boys, both about your age.”
Ryan and Alex let out a short gasp as they heard this.
The old man just smiled; his wrinkled face creasing as he did. “These two adventurous boys had found this cave, but were unaware of the hidden beach it opened up on.” He took a puff on the pipe, a pause, and then went back to the story. “The youngest boy, let’s call him Seth, and the oldest we will call him Junior. When these two found the cave, they began to dare one another to go in first, each one as scared as the other, but Junior, went first. He took the flashlight and stepped into the moss-covered entrance to the cave . . .”
A puff of the pipe, the smell of cherries wafted and floated, as the story began.
Intense waves pounding
Shoreline buried by water
Back to sea it goes
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High above the rocky shore
A distant lighthouse
White sandy beach, ocean waves
Cold drink in my hand
This Haiku was inspired by this post: Sherry Fundin.
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Here’s the Haiku:
A boat on the water
Sails full, filled with warm salt air
Sea breeze in my face
Spitting snow today
Ocean dreams washing through me
Filled with warm salt air
Cold and blustery
Winter winds, snow, and the sea
Lighthouse standing strong
This song came on Pandora this morning. It got me thinking about the massive winter storms that roll across the great lakes and the oceans. It inspired this Haiku.
When they reached the cave, they stopped.
Junior turned on his dad’s flashlight, which pushed out a light that was almost worthy of spotlight status. This light was somewhat soothing to the boys even though their heart rate didn’t agree. They were now beyond timid. They had now moved on to full-blown scared, but they weren’t about to turn around now.
They made their way into the cave with caution and ease, as the darkness wrapped around their small little bodies. It was a suffocating darkness, and Seth could swear he couldn’t breathe once they were inside. He wondered if Junior was feeling the same effect.
Seth looked behind him, and it was disheartening to see the full moon light was now gone none of its beams could penetrate this darkness.
They moved on, deeper into the cave, Junior’s beam of light doing its best to cut through the black. Seth thought it looked like it was struggling to do its job, but it gave them enough light to see by.
In every corner there stood a ghost or goblin, or some fiend ready to snuff out their young life, vague objects picked up by the struggling light. The coolness of the cave helped to add to this and so did the wind. Its voice inside the cave (stronger than the last time they were here) was one of a ghost like howl.
Somehow they found the entrance that led to the abandoned beach, found it or were guided to it – something to ponder upon.
“Are you sure about this?” Seth didn’t care if he was called a baby or not. He was on shaky knees, and he wasn’t afraid to admit it.
Junior surprised him with this answer. “We can turn back now if you want.”
Seth thought about it for a moment. “We’ve come this far. Why turn back now?”
The boys gave one more pause, and then they stepped through the hole and onto the abandoned beach . . .
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