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Yay Words! 
I rest and watch
each season’s
beauty
icebergs
smaller now
and covered
with sand
pale pitcher pale sits alone on a beach. The shovel is destined to make ends meet.
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Reblogged this on A Walk In Haiku and commented:
castle in the sand …
thinking it would last
forever
My children dig,
Fill the pail with wet, wet sand,
Upending it into towers.
Again they dig, dig, dig.
The ocean fills their moat with
Blue water, circling the towers,
Sapping the bases, undermining foundations.
Shore up the towers! Frantic digging.
My daughter finds a shell.
Places it on the tower-top carefully.
A huge wave crashes over the top,
Sends the shell flying, and levels the towers.
My boys spring up, yelling.
One chases down the pail, as it spins away in the surf.
My daughter laughs at her brothers’ wet, sandy faces.
We move higher up the shore,
And dig some more.
Oops, I see I was too long. Sorry. 🙂
I like it!!
deep winter —
an empty bird cage
summer noon…
in and out of a day dream
float a sand castle
I am sorry, please correct it to
summer noon…
in and out of a day dream
floats a sand castle
receding waves
that one summer
I finally grasped
what I couldn’t have
after losing my sister
*
it’s never enough
to replace the hole
in my heart . . .
for you, I pack even
more sand for
Heaven’s castles
Midnight in the Garden of Waterfalls
water lapping at the edges. I slip deeper into sleep. relaxing. letting go. I float. buoyant on the water. in the breeze. sound drifting across speckled sand. warm. sunlight through half open eyes. flickering across gentle waves. I surface. reaching. through the clatter of palm fronds. for the cascading alarm.
tropical waters
my winter sand blanket
dream
memories take shape
then float away
a new care center
the castle of my dreams
built from sand
The builder-king
lives long in short hours.
Mom’s hotdogs.
from rock to sand…
how life wears us
down
.
all day long
building a castle…
the sea would find a way in
all it takes
a scoop of sand . . .
the weight
of my thoughts
float away
revision:
all it takes
is a scoop of sand . . .
the weight
of my thoughts
float away