HAIKU DIALOGUE – Going for a Walk – wind and waves (at the beach) – long list
Going for a Walk with Guest Editor Deborah Karl-Brandt
The late Buddhist monk and peace activist Thich Nhat Hanh could see water in all its transformations. Water in the form of a cloud would soon become rain, a river, the sea, and it would help grow plants and trees. The trees would flourish and become paper on which the haijin would write their poetry, so that the cloud (water) would eventually be contained within the poetry itself. Nothing can exist by itself. Let’s take a walk together to follow the different paths of water and see where they will lead us.
Below is Deborah’s selection of poems on the topic of wind and waves (at the beach):
counting footprints
alone with my puppy
at the beachAine Losauro
Passi City, Iloilo, Philippines
summer storm
the salty taste of
warm spindriftAl Gallia
Lafayette, Louisiana USA
Cap d’Agde
about the sea’s vastness
is our love as great?Alfred Booth
Lyon, France
wild waves–
the sea sucks stones
from under our feetAllison Douglas-Tourner
Victoria BC Canada
last beach trip
the sand that will never
leave meAllyson Whipple
St. Louis, Missouri
ocean spray
a sip of some river
in the brineAnju Kishore
India
waves on the shore-
the imprint of the wind
on round stonesAngiola Inglese
Italia
sea fret
claustrophobic sound
of a too-close shipAnn Rawson
UK
wind and sea merging salt marsh grass
Ann Sullivan
Arlington, MA USA
bucket and spade –
I dig for pipi
at low tideAnne Curran
Hamilton, New Zealand
cliff edge
I lean into the wind
and singAnnie Wilson
Shropshire, UK
swaying palms
the warm swells and dips
of her hula handsArchie G. Carlos
Minnesota
Bamiyan Buddha –
this vigil over the Seas
and that TsunamiAshoka Weerakkody
Colombo
last beach holiday
before my sons leave home…
waves nip at my feetBaisali Chatterjee Dutt
Kolkata, India
canvas chairs
wedged in the sand
our sunset conversationsBarrie Levine
Massachusetts USA
waves wash
back and forth over sand
barefoot thoughtsBarry Smith
New Zealand
casuarina grove
a flute’s high and low
with the sea breezeBiswajit Mishra
Canada
that ship’s siren
again again again
the sound of sandBittor Duce Zubillaga
Basque Country
North Sea oil rigs
hammering —
a woodpecker’s drillBonnie J Scherer
Alaska, USA
silent shoreline
a gull picks through
the algae bloomBryan Rickert
Belleville, Illinois
wave upon wave feet sinking in memories
C.X. Turner
UK
whale watching
from the break wall
‘thar she blows’Carol Reynolds
Australia
Hidden amongst
the cigarette butts –
a seashellCaroline Ridley-Duff
United Kingdom
night windstorm
a skyful of remote stars
& nearby white froth夜来起风暴
但见白沫乱飞溅
繁星布满天Chen Xiaoou
Kunming, China
beach rose scented siesta the sound of the sea
corine timmer
Faro, Portugal
seaside stroll
trying to catch a peek
of a whale peekingCurt Linderman
Seattle
neap tide wishing on sea stars
Cynthia Anderson
Yucca Valley, California
sad sunset –
both of my castles
washed away by the tideDan Campbell
Virginia
the waves are coming
and go –
sea therapyDaniela Lăcrămioara Capotă
Romania
sea breeze
the fishermen’s song
leaves the shoreDaya Bhat
India
first ocean trip
the swoosh of wet sand
between her toesDebbie Scheving
Bremerton WA USA
autumn wind –
the shape
of starlingsDeborah A. Bennett
Illinois USA
empty
without you
this crowded beachDeborah Guenther Beachboard
Adna WA USA
chased by the wind
seafoam skits across the sand
seeking sanctuarydeborah jones
UK
in the biting wind
a receding wave and one more
grain of amberGoda Virginija Bendoraitienė
Lithuania
flood tide
a tug moving ship
with the moonGovind Joshi
Dehradun, India
sea salt spray
in the atmosphere
vitamin seaGuido De Pelsmaeker
Belgium (Holsbeek)
sea-side rock
the sounds of waves
of nostalgiaHerb Tate
Jersey, UK
shimmerings
along the silvery sands waves
her wind blown hairHla Yin Mon
Yangon, Myanmar
windy day
every whitecap a whale
until it isn’tHelen Ogden
Pacific Grove, CA
rolling sea
a visit
with myselfHelga Stania
Switzerland
dying sea stars
the impassive twinkle
of their sistersIvan Georgiev
Germany
broken seashells
embedded in the sand
the poke of his wordsJackie Chou
United States
a wave
falters and breaks . . .
my first crushJan Stretch
Victoria BC Canada
arms outstretched
my hands clasping yours
I learn to swimJennifer Gurney
United States
steady breeze
waves wear away
at the seawallJerome Berglund
Minneapolis, USA
lapping waves
the pendulous roll
of her hipsJohn Hawkhead
United Kingdom
ocean sunset red lava push over sealine
John Zheng
Mississippi
wave surfing…
breath of wind makes
a move of the gameJovana Dragojlovic
Belgrade, Serbia
paw prints and the morning moon sea spray
Kanjini Devi
The Far North, Aotearoa NZ
the waves
wind and me …
calming a tsunamiKalyanee Arandhara
India
stiff breeze
a gull swoops in
and steals my chipKaren Morris
Scotland
walking together
my phone close to the waves
for mothers last daysKathabela Wilson
USA
on my windowsill
a battered beach pebble
for some reasonKeith Evetts
Thames Ditton UK
submerged jetty…
easing the secret out
summer by summerLaurie Greer
Washington, DC
lone dog
playing fetch
with the seaLeena Anandhi
India
coastal path
a sandpiper’s song
between the wavesLori Kiefer
UK
stroke by stroke…
nostalgia for that perfect
beginning of our ownLuciana Moretto
Treviso, Italy
leaving behind
my blues in the blue –
seafront retreatMadhavi Karri
India
beneath its roaring waves
lives sea nurtures …
yin and yangMadhuri Pillai
Australia
sandcastle
stolen by a wave
…the boy’s tearsMargaret Mahony
Australia
my beach towel cradling
this last day of summer
. . . cockle shellsMargaret Tau
New Bern, NC
Chicago beach
the stench of dead fish
and stinging fliesMargie Gustafson
Lombard, IL USA
water mirror
floating together
the sea and the skyMarianne Sahlin
Sweden
murmur of waves
a sand mandala
rides the windmarilyn ashbaugh
edwardsburg, michigan
wind and waves
tangled strands
of hair and thoughtsMarjolein Rotsteeg
The Netherlands
bringing my ear to the sea
i still can’t hear
seashellsMason Asakura
California, USA
wiping sea spray
from my face…
memorial benchMaurice Nevile
Canberra, Australia
briny wind—
her hair
restyledMaxianne Berger
Outremont QC
night beach walk
the waves of
our laughterMaya Daneva
The Netherlands
frolicking good time
my dog and I play tag
with the oceanMichael Stinson
Nebraska USA
What could the shells
be whispering about? …
radioactive seaMilan Rajkumar
Imphal, India
sea shells
our words still echoing
withinMinal Sarosh
Ahmedabad, India
ebb tide—
I slowly pack
my intimaciesMona Bedi
Delhi, India
ebb of temple bells—
a tender coconut rides
the waves in heat waveMonica Kakkar
India
onshore squall
the tide inside me
keeps shiftingNalini Shetty
Mumbai, India
alone on the beach
watching the angry sea …
two of usNatalia Kuznetsova
Russia
sea breeze in my hair
flip flops in my hand…
escaping realityNeena Singh
India
seaasfarastheeyecansea
Nick T.
Frome, Somerset, England
quarantine
listening to the ocean’s roar
in a conch shellPadma Rajeswari
Mumbai, India
slow motion –
awe lingers within the folds
of a breaking wavePaul Callus
Malta
itching to leave the beach sand fleas
petro c. k.
Seattle, Washington
budding storm
I watch the surfers race
to unload their boardsPris Campbell
U.S.
windy weather —
fishermen’s catch
back to the seaRadhika De Silva
Sri Lanka
always
sharing secrets…
the ebbs and flows of wavesRam Chandran
India
again a huge wave crashing my good name
Richa Sharma
India
so many shells
that were left behind
the sound of the seaRichard Straw
Cary, North Carolina
journey back . . .
my steps and his
on the shorelineRosa Maria Di Salvatore
Catania, Italy
the spinning limbs
of a starfish in flight
homecomingRavi Kiran
India
seaside at dawn
the familiar waves
of seagullsRichard L. Matta
San Diego, California
Palm-Mar day trip
white horses ride
the shorelineRobert Kingston
Chelmsford, UK
shell collection —
all the shores navigated
in the captain’s cabinRupa Anand
New Delhi, India
moon rides
midnight wave
to shoreRuth Happel
United States
Aegean shore
filling my eyes
with ancient blueRuth Holzer
Herndon, VA
sandpiper’s stride
tiptoeing between
sea and skySandip Chauhan
Great Falls, VA, USA
old bestie
sea foam rushes
to meet meSangita Kalarickal
United States
teary eyes
out to sea…
saltwater heals salt waterSanthoshivalli G S
India
sand castle
between child and tide
a tug of warSatyanarayana Chittaluri
Hyderabad, Telangana, India
where the sound is…
gushing river bodiesShalini Pattabiraman
United Kingdom
on the beach
I surrender to wind
the waves clapSharon Ferrante
Florida, USA
moonlit rockface
a constellation of ghost crabs….
star gazingShruti Patel
Zurich, Switzerland
gathering clouds…
the cry of a seagull
splits the skySteliana Cristina Voicu
Ploiesti, Romania
evening beach
is it her song the wind
brings across the seaSubir Ningthouja
Imphal, India
worm tailings
like expelled intestines
my zigzag strollSumitra Kumar
Chennai, India
sand-dollar
leaving the angel
for someone who needs itSusan Burch
Hagerstown, MD
birds feed
birds flee
endless tidesSusan Farner
USA
cicada trill. . .
undisturbed by the sound
of wind & wavesTomislav Maretić
Zagreb, Croatia
a sea breeze
in each hand…
beach bar happy hourTracy Davidson
Warwickshire, UK
lapping waves
I can’t tell where
it hurtsVandana Parashar
India
sea beach
she hands me over
her surplusVijay Prasad
Patna, India
lip-less–
the sky and I
gulp down the seaVishal Prabhu
Uttarakhand Himalayas, India
scuba diving
sharing bubbles
with a butterfly fishwanda amos
Australia
Join us next week for Deborah’s commentary on additional poems…
Guest Editor Deborah Karl-Brandt lives in Bonn, Germany, with her husband, two rabbits and numerous books. After her PhD studies in Scandinavian languages and literatures, she now works as a freelance author and poet. One of her poems won 2nd place in the 2021 Pula Film Festival Haiku Contest. Her poems have most recently appeared in Prune Juice, Kingfisher, First Frost, Frogpond, Failed Haiku and Tsuridoro. If she is not outside for a long stroll or to do some birdwatching, she is an avid reader who is currently exploring Chinese Xianxia Webnovels.
Lori Zajkowski is the Post Manager for Haiku Dialogue. A novice haiku poet, she lives in New York City.
Managing Editor Katherine Munro lives in Whitehorse, Yukon Territory, and publishes under the name kjmunro. She is Membership Secretary for Haiku Canada, and her debut poetry collection is contractions (Red Moon Press, 2019). Find her at: kjmunro1560.wordpress.com.
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All sand grains
are less than stars in
universe.
A delightful collection. Loved this one especially!’
ocean spray
a sip of some river
in the brine
Anju Kishore
India
———–
Warmest
Kavita
in the beach
a dead seashell
turning to the wave
A lively collection about the sea this week.
I loved the vigorous experience and phrasing in Allison Douglas-Turner’s:
wild waves-
the sea sucks stones
from under our feet
And appreciated the youthful heartbreak in Jan Stretch’s:
a wave
falters and breaks…
my first crush
I thought the concise verse lovely in Leena Anandhi’s:
lone dog
playing fetch
with the sea
And the constancy and mystery in Ram Chandran’s:
always
sharing secrets…
the ebbs and flows of waves
Dear Ms. Karl-Brandt, Ms. Munro, and Ms. Zajkowski,
Greetings to you for World Watercolor Month!
I am delighted to be published in Haiku Dialogue’s selection of poems. Congratulations to all participating poets!
Thank you for your consideration. Best wishes.
Sincerely,
Monica Kakkar (she/her/hers)
https://www.linkedin.com/in/monicakakkar/
many different takes on he subject!
I like the poignant haiku by Maurice – is it sea spray or possibly tears …
Thank you for your selection Deborah
wiping sea spray
from my face…
memorial bench
Maurice Nevile
Canberra, Australia
‘Tis said that a haiku should evoke a moment – this one certainly does:
lone dog
playing fetch
with the sea
– Leena Anandhi