chasing the waves
spring moon
soft beneath my heels
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Graham Nunn
Graham Nunn is a Queensland born poet who has had haiku published in international journals paper wasp and yellow moon and on tinywords.com. Recently he received a highly commended in the Seed Pearls International Yellow Moon Literary Competition, for his haiku. He also recently won the Yellow Moon renga competition writing with Rowan Donovan and the 2002 Jack Stamm haiku competiton.
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what if, i go letter by letter, would there be any more confusion.
the haiku, surely, fragmentation, but still some concept of what’s going on.
a flow, a gentle way with words, some similarity of poetic form, a haiku, it does not make.
to often, in sprinkling a dab of verbosity relating to nature or seasonal, a haiku simply isn’t created.
“chasing the waves” — imaginative
“spring moon” — had possibilities, yet the thought that leaped to my mind was, jean craighead george’s book. were we “trying” to relate the time of year to emphasize what???
in connecting the first two lines, it was lost upon me as to what, of a significant nature, were we trying to convey…
less words, saying only “the moon” generated more excitement within me
“soft beneath my heels” — huh…
yes, sounding nice. yet, mere words, who was it that said, “full of sound and fury, signifying nothing”…
Delightful!
Overflows with sound and sense of touch. Reminds me of a long time ago in India, fishermen on the beach by moonlight.
Thank you Graham Nunn
I love the intertwining of images here. The moon is chasing the waves, which are chasing the moon, as is the poet. Very silvery and tactile. The sand is always cool at night, and I can see and feel this pristine moment.
Very nicely expressed. Good image and texture.
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what if, i go letter by letter, would there be any more confusion.
the haiku, surely, fragmentation, but still some concept of what’s going on.
a flow, a gentle way with words, some similarity of poetic form, a haiku, it does not make.
to often, in sprinkling a dab of verbosity relating to nature or seasonal, a haiku simply isn’t created.
“chasing the waves” — imaginative
“spring moon” — had possibilities, yet the thought that leaped to my mind was, jean craighead george’s book. were we “trying” to relate the time of year to emphasize what???
in connecting the first two lines, it was lost upon me as to what, of a significant nature, were we trying to convey…
less words, saying only “the moon” generated more excitement within me
“soft beneath my heels” — huh…
yes, sounding nice. yet, mere words, who was it that said, “full of sound and fury, signifying nothing”…
Delightful!
Overflows with sound and sense of touch. Reminds me of a long time ago in India, fishermen on the beach by moonlight.
Thank you Graham Nunn
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I love the intertwining of images here. The moon is chasing the waves, which are chasing the moon, as is the poet. Very silvery and tactile. The sand is always cool at night, and I can see and feel this pristine moment.
i see how everyone, well, not quite everyone,
seemingly are in awe.
the thought comes to mind, perhaps a new site name should be implemented:
“graham’s fairy tales”
what began as a conceivable haiku, fell adrift between the second and third line…and while drifting on the high seas, hallucination set in
full moon inspects
the waves colouring
her over and over
humid night —
over the oak’s silhouette
quarter moon waning
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