I have a serious haiku habit, even though I often miscount the number of syllables.
Impressionistic I thought they painted By squinting their eyes near shut Here my eyes wide open. Another world Daily 10K steps Between the storms and calm seas No smoking is home. Land at last It slips into view I hoped it would never come Still…
Unexpected visitors Sunrise on wing tips Open seas with open heart Joy in small pleasures. Reaching the point of no return Ice forming on top Too early to say goodbye To here and summer. Waking up to the dawn Sitting on the bridge Feeling so…
The pull of the Orkneys Behind Scapa Flow A lonely island with sheep Yearning for quiet. Crass velvet painting Bright pumpkin orange Is only found in nature And not on a brush. (Photo by Nigel Greenwood) Where to look with all that beauty Night watch…
A day in the life of an AB* Going on standby The anchor is soon to drop Orders come from bridge. (AB= able body) Waiting with(out) patience We wait for two days Being at anchor costs nerves Only blues and white. A Monarch on deck…
Going to the Philharmonic So many big ships All on their way to Hamburg We will have to wait. Super futuristic horizon We call them wind parks Hundreds of masts pointing high Crosses to heaven. David and Goliath Ship looming starboard Makes him feel so…
Living the last of his years Old captain alone His house looking out at sea Red in green, yearning. Watching with apprehension Steel grey storm clouds come Rolling over the mountains Setting sun shines through. Connection of the heart Narvik to Gibbson* Two sisters talk…
Off the stern of the ship Misty rain sweeps through Like a heavenly facial Over mountain tops. Unexpected guest Pretty arctic tern Comes to visit and to chirp Leaves some poop behind. I hold my breath in wonder The sun burns down Phenomenal blue mirage…
Starring out from the bridge White sea foam churning A wave breaking on the bow Like moving marble. Photo by Peter Fogden on Unsplash Before the crew comes to work on deck The seas have calmed down Waddling on my sea legs Doing 10K steps. Doing stomach flips…
I have a serious haiku habit, even though I often miscount the number of syllables. For those of you not into haiku (Caroline, I am pointing at you), please wait in anticipation for tomorrow’s post.