For my uncle's 60th, we are supposed to bring him sixty of something. So lately, I have been busy writing 60 haikus to bring. He now lives at the bay house once built by my grandfather. It is the stuff of family legends. Here are some of my memories there encased in haikus:
Bird or Indian
Branch of imagination
Is driftwood
Squeezing through my toes
Oozes the brown mushy mud
Full of squish
Beachwater-Baylight
Castle of Young Patriarchs
Ruled by Bills
Think of Mobile Bay
When you feel so far away
Then it’s near
The fiery orb
Drowns in the night’s warm waters
Ah…sunset
Swat smack go for blood!
Kill that little sucker quick!
Yellowflies
Man shall not live by
Land alone, for he shall live
By the sea
Put on the armor
The battle is not against
Flesh but fish
Put on the armor
Your old Tennis shoes and gig
Flounder waits
Try not to scare them
Step lightly or slide your feet
Gig em quick
I wade out in peace
In the bay and the silence
Lost in thought
Pelican preachers
Have church on the old posts with
Their big mouths
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4 comments:
beautiful!
i like:
Man shall not live by,
Land alone, for he shall live
By the sea
i have had the feeling recently that i've lived too long by the land.
Fabulous! I want my own copy of the collection - you are so inspiring and I am soaking it in.
Love you much.
Holly
Holly, Jen wrote one about 3 day holes last night!!!! :) I need to put one in there about jellybubbles as well.
b, did you steal s. well's favorite from the unpublished writings of Edna Pontellier (before she came to her final conclusions, of course)?
nai
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