Creative Writing and unfinished business…
July 24, 2014 § 7 Comments
the sea spins her tales
as soft ripples in the sand –
with infinite grace
Image courtesy Wendy Oliver
Tagged: haiku, history, poetry, sand, tide
Beautiful, Rachael, this poems trips off the tongue like a gentle breaker. Don’t forget, though, that the seaks stories should always be taken with a large pinch of salt!
Ah Rachael… I’m amused by the word “tale”, and the coincidence: today I’ve posted a little tale…on my blog unfortunately, I’m not the sea as your beautiful and graceful haiku!
Thank you for this moment of magic contemplation 🙂
Ah, Frederic. Yes – ‘tale’ has a number of meanings – many mischievous. I’m playing around (as usual (:-)) with the idea of transience and truth/reality via my usual watery metaphors… Now I shall go and investigate your tale 🙂 And thank you.
I love the comparison between sea and sand that you make here, Rachael. And that picture is mesmerizing! As Chris said, this poem is so beautiful when read aloud.
Ah, thank you. I’m thinking about the sort of stuff Chloe has written and trying to move more towards her poetic sensibility here – if that makes sense. I’d like to have a catch up soon – life’s swallowed me up a bit – but I’ll write soon 🙂 xx
I understand. Hope all is well! ❤
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