Dreamily drifting
somewhere past the horizon.
Away from people.
somewhere past the horizon.
Away from people.
If I try hard, harder,
The smells, sounds, sand, mist, sea, crest,
Crash into my being.
[I'm back for more. The real craftsmen and craftswomen didn't laugh at me too much last week for my first foray into haiku. For more poetry of the sea, go to One Deep Breath.]
[San Francisco Chronicle photo by Michael Maloney.]
5 comments:
I actually think you're quite good at it!
I like in the second one how all the sea crashes into all your senses.
I love the first one~being by the sea seems to make all the people disappear for me, too, and sometimes that's a really good thing!
Well done :)
We all need that place we can drift away, whether in a boat on the sea or in our heads... I really like the first.
I like the second one very much. :)
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