duty free
whales lingering
in eel grass
vernal equinox
the tides go slack
songs of humpback
traveling through water
migrating current
trumpet flowers
in the north wind
sound of jazz
dressed for the cold
memory of pine
the road
to my mountain home
once under the sea
John Merryfield
April 2, 2009
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mountain road-
white blossoms
frozen everywhere
I wish I was along for the ride;
wait, I am!
Very generous of you Willie. It was fun.
I really love that 'mountain home'!
timeless...
I knew the verse linkage was off, after reading yours, so I had to change it. I visited haikuworkshop and read more about it and masago was very helpful. This is exactly why the structure is so helpful for me to learn. I'm understanding haiku more from this renku and renhai...
Hey, can you ever hear the whales sing?
Had a discussion about it in regard to a poem-
Yes, you can hear the whales sing. Some of the most mystical experiences I've ever had were after falling off a wave while surfing, tumbling under water until the wave passes, in that following calm, i've heard the singing, whining, crying of unseen humpback whales. beautiful.
unseen whale songs-
a home for tears
to arrive
I am so glad I found this blogging site! Again, I am totally amazed!!!!
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