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.

3.28.2021 – busy with nothing

busy with nothing
time weighs heavy on my hands
why I like the beach

I decided something.

After 20 years in online news, I no longer know how to relax.

After 20 years of never being ‘off’ the job.

After 20 years of always being ‘on’ the job.

I find myself thinking I should be doing something.

When recent weather cycles went across the country, I gratefully thought I had no part to play.

But then what?

I really enjoy going to beach.

Something happens to me there.

Not just mental but physical.

I hate cold feet.

My dresser drawer is filled with thick thick socks.

I have a collection of thick slippers.

I like to wear cowboy boots because they keep my ankles from drafts.

I keep a room heater on the floor by my feet.

What will keep my feet warm is among my first questions each day.

Then I go to the beach.

I go to the beach in sandals (me? sandals?).

And they don’t stay on very long.

Barefoot in the sand.

Barefoot in the ocean.

I should be freezing.

Thinking about it makes me cold.

Thinking about it makes me shudder and shake and shiver.

Doing it?

I don’t feel the cold.

My toes dig into the sand and make patterns and it almost someone else’s feet.

If I could stand having all those electrodes and such stuck to my head, I would love to see what a brain scan shows when my feet are cold and when my feet are not cold at the beach.

Something in shifts the gears in my brain at the beach.

And when I am at the beach I am at the beach.

I am not doing nothing.

I am at the beach.

I am occupied.

I am busy being at the beach.

I am keeping myself busy.

It’s my job now.

At least part of my job.

I get paid partly to get the beach experience online somehow.

So I have to experience the beach.

It IS my job!

I am at the beach.

3.25.2021 – low tide waves slide high

low tide waves slide high
rolling long wide water thins
washing up retreats

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.

Click here for more Haiku from the BEACH

3.18.2021 – sunny sunshine sounds

renew mind daily
tide cycles twice evert day
my mind out of sync

I feel the need to renew my mind, transform my mind, to the think on these things.

Once a day.

A daily process of renewal.

The tides come in twice a day though.

I am out of sync already with the world.

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.

Click here for more Haiku in the BEACH category —

2.25.2021 – sun shines low angles

sun shines low angles
see long stretched shadows walk
sunlight light, not warm

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.

Click here for more Haiku from the BEACH

2.5.2021 – sunny sunshine sounds

wind, waves, sun on water
bright flashing specks of sunshine
wind plays sun on water

It is a show that never ends

It is a show that plays for free.

The wind.

The waves.

The sun on the water.

The sparkles and flashing specks.

One giant disco ball.

The wind at play with the sun on the water.

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.

Click here for more Haiku in the BEACH category —