Category: Beach

Some of these beach haiku were written by random trips to beach.

Most of these are part of a series based on afternoons spent at the beach on Hilton Head Island with my pad out ( a real paper note pad), hoping for words with my iPhone camera handy to add illustration to my thoughts.
I wanted to see if I would be ‘inspired’ by what I saw, by what I heard, by what I smelled, by what I tasted, what I felt emotionally and what I felt tactilely.

Some turned out okay.

Some were too forced.

Some were just bad.

Some did involve some or all of those feelings.

As far as it goes, I guess I was inspired by by what I saw, by what I heard, by what I smelled, by what I tasted, what I felt emotionally and what I felt tactilely.

Please aware that most of these haiku were NOT WRITTEN on the date in the title – for an explanation of this please see The Series link in the navigation table.

7.12.2021 – close in off the shore

close in off the shore
dragging nets shrimp boats shrimping
its where the shrimp are

On a day at the beach, a shrimper came along the coast close enough to swim to.

Why in so close my wife wondered outloud.

I guessed that is was where the shrimp are.

Part of a series based on afternoons spent at the beach on Hilton Head Island.

I wanted to see if I would be ‘inspired’ by what I saw, by what I heard, by what I smelled, by what I tasted, what I felt emotionally and what I felt tactilely.

Some turned out okay.

Some were too forced.

Some were just bad.

Some did involve some or all of those feelings.

As far as it goes, I guess I was inspired by by what I saw, by what I heard, by what I smelled, by what I tasted, what I felt emotionally and what I felt tactilely.

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7.9.2021 – bikers bike on the

bikers bike on the
beach, do they know, sand washing
costs twenty-five bucks?

Part of a series based on an afternoon spent at the beach on Hilton Head Island.

I wanted to see if I would be ‘inspired’ by what I saw, by what I heard, by what I smelled, by what I tasted, what I felt emotionally and what I felt tactilely.

Some turned out okay.

Some were too forced.

Some were just bad.

Some did involve some or all of those feelings.

As far as it goes, I guess I was inspired by by what I saw, by what I heard, by what I smelled, by what I tasted, what I felt emotionally and what I felt tactilely.

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7.5.2021 – you are a blackguard

you are a blackguard,
liar, hypocrite, stench in
honest man nostrils

Maybe it is the way Henry Fonda says it but this is one of the best name-callings in all of the movies.

After Lieutenant Colonel Owen Thursday examines items for sale in the local reservation store, he says to the store manager, “Mr. Meacham, you’re a blackguard, a liar, a hypocrite… and a stench in the nostrils of honest men. If it were in my power…
I’d hang you from the nearest tree, leave your carcass for the buzzards.
But as you are a representative of the United States government…
I pledge you the protection and cooperation of my command.
Good day, sir.

Wish someone, anyone had the standing and the place and the nerve to say to this one feller much in the news today.

Not that I think he would understand it but it would be nice to hear someone say it to him.

From the Movie Fort Apache, with Henry Fonda and John Wayne, directed by John Ford, 1948.

6.30.2021 – mathematical

mathematical
alignment of beach patterns
daily drawn by chance?

Part of a series based on afternoons spent at the beach on Hilton Head Island.

I wanted to see if I would be ‘inspired’ by what I saw, by what I heard, by what I smelled, by what I tasted, what I felt emotionally and what I felt tactilely.

Some turned out okay.

Some were too forced.

Some were just bad.

Some did involve some or all of those feelings.

As far as it goes, I guess I was inspired by by what I saw, by what I heard, by what I smelled, by what I tasted, what I felt emotionally and what I felt tactilely.

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6.27.2021 – footprint memories

footprint memories
imprinted into the sand
renewed every day

Part of a series based on an afternoon spent at the beach on Hilton Head Island.

I wanted to see if I would be ‘inspired’ by what I saw, by what I heard, by what I smelled, by what I tasted, what I felt emotionally and what I felt tactilely.

Some turned out okay.

Some were too forced.

Some were just bad.

Some did involve some or all of those feelings.

As far as it goes, I guess I was inspired by by what I saw, by what I heard, by what I smelled, by what I tasted, what I felt emotionally and what I felt tactilely.

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