Clown laughs at nothing,
huge smile, dead behind the eyes.
Is anything left?
Slug-line: Slug or Snail?
Poor Slug 😦
Softly placing feet,
dry granite in the darkness,
slug soaks through my sock
Poor Snail 😦
Crunch of shell and slime.
Stop, as if I could rewind,
poor snail underfoot
Haiku ‘Skimming Stones’
Haiku ‘Contemplation Space’
Jutting house of rock.
Hiding from the watching land,
no one sees me here
Rocky Beaches
On rocky beaches boulders stand and shingle clatters down the age old slope,
the arched waves hunch their shoulders, fall, and shingle shatters once again to land
beneath tremendous roaring swell to drag them tumbling back without a hope,
and far away the pouring spray is heard, and rumbling breakers on the sand.
Note on this poem; this was actually one stanza I remember of a larger poem which I wrote over 25 years ago, but I find it also works as a poem in its own right. If I locate the written copies of my older poems in future, I may publish the full version of the poem.
Haiku ‘New Phone’
My new phone is great,
but I dropped it on my toe.
It really hurts now.
Haiku ‘Fog’
Blue, green and pale white
encroaching from the water
fog above the sand
