low-tide beach

2012 November PAD Chapbook Challenge- Day 26

Guest prompter Shann Palmer asked us to write a poem about something we collect. I collect so many things, I hardly knew where to start, but finally settled for seashells.

 

low-tide beach
the clink of seashells
in my hand

“Low-tide beach” is a spring kigo. More poetic responses can be read on the Poetic Asides blog.

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salty breeze

August 25 NaHaiWriMo- the prompt is “summertime childhood memory”, provided by  me! My haiku:

salty breeze
inhaling the scent
of Coppertone and fries

When I think about childhood summers, the first thing that comes to mind is the beach. We had many nice beaches where we lived: Short Beach, Long Beach, Little Africa, and Sunken Meadow are the ones that most readily come to mind. We would tan ourselves, swim, body surf, tan, eat, and tan some more! Those were the days. I’m sure knowing then what we know now, we might not have been so enthusiastic about baking ourselves in the sun every summer. But this is now, that was then…

More beach ku:

new swim suit
my tan lines
keep shifting

the long stretch of sand
between beach blanket and sea
scorching heat

on the beach
my worries ebb away
with the tide