almost deflated
blowing cross an empty beach
forgotten beachball
Or:
empty beach –
smells from plastic sack
John Doe
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September 12, 2014
almost deflated
blowing cross an empty beach
forgotten beachball
empty beach –
smells from plastic sack
John Doe
Linked to Carpe Diem
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September 12, 2014
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
practising for a whole life
haikai poetry matters
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
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That is true, Bjorn! Not really fun being on deserted ones!
Hank
The first one is definitely my favourite here – it captures that sense of ‘wabi’ or loneliness that Basho taught was an essential ingredient in haiku
Really enjoying the first haiku — such a sense of emptiness in that abandoned, forgotten beach ball. The second haiku? [Shudder!]
Bjorn, There’s far too much pollution. Plastic can pose a threat to wildlife. Well written. —Susan
Exactly my thoughts of deserted beaches even the second verse…enjoyed them both.
Oh that last one was so unexpected, yet excellent!
I think i definately prefer the first image … the second gave me the chills.
Poor John Doe! RIP—after the medical examiner is done with him!
Deserted Beach
Especially loved the first one!
Really loved the first haiku – a brilliantly drawn, woebegone, end-of-summer image. The second haiku – end-of-summer, also – but in a more down in the dumps, kind of way. Smiles