I stand looking down from a sand cliff; what once was a very long stretch of pristine beach has changed drastically in the last two years. The shoreline is migrating landward. The Gulf, with its rhythmic churning action, and ever rising tides are eating away at the barriers between humans and nature.
each wave
rides the roadway
differently
My husband moves closer to me, nothing needs to be said; the hollow roar of the surf returns, draws back and then returns with a note of anger. When all thoughts are exhausted, we walk back to our little weather beaten cottage; even our screen door moans.
a small lizard
scurries away
over my shoe
Perhaps: Â shorelines are temporary, and will only exist as long as the ocean permits; what the ocean takes from one part of the shoreline it gives to another.
in open window
the smell of salty air
unrestful sleep
The photo, haiku, and prose flow into each other…like contemplative waves on the shore!
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Thank you Lynn. What a lovely thought. Much appreciated.
Connie
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Beautiful prose and poems …. and Yes, Ocracoke (the Outerbanks of NC) definitely is trying to stall nature – the sand has been moving closer to shore for a long time and of course, tourists and residents want to stop it….
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Thank you for commenting. Nature, so fragil.
Connie
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The ocean’s might is not to be trifled with…your poem speaks to that power. Nicely done.
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Thank you. Not only the ocean, sea, but nature in itself, so wild yet so fragil..
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Thank you. Yes, nature in itself powerful, yet fragil.
Connie
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Dunes of Beach.. stoic
standing tall with
Sea Oat crown
waving iN Gulf
Breeze.. hidden
Love.. Peaceful escape
from other beach view..
Ivan wipes iT all
away….
Hurricane eYes
sWeeps Dune
Love.. gOne iN waves..:)
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