gale warning two gulls surf the waves above the lake Published by Ed Markowski Ed Markowski writes and paints in America's Great Lakes Region. View all posts by Ed Markowski
cockles of the heart the fool … my sweet tooth’s delight – at worse a child eating sweet blackberries … at best a demon – cloudless day bright blue … pregnant Reply
sea gulls glide wing feathers brush water painting their shadow gulls on sandy point face bitter wind feathered weather vanes still water trembles aroused by first warm kiss of approaching tempest Reply
above the warehouse carried on a fresh wind~ the incedible white of a blackback I do not mean to insult your fine haiku. I often observe the apparent joy gulls show in the most boisterous of days. Regards, Craig. Reply
ed, i really love this haiku today. the gull surfing the wave as if it knows the warning. my haiku to complement yours; crashing sea the gull swoops down to get a fish Reply
I live by the sea and often watch gulls ‘surfing’ the wind – bobbing on the sea and scrounging tit-bits too. car alarm faintly on the wind a gull’s cry Reply
gulls cry for me– silence no longer writing from wounds (HUMMINGBIRD; Vol. XI, No. 1; September 2000) Reply
cockles of the heart
the fool …
my sweet tooth’s delight
–
at worse a child
eating sweet blackberries …
at best a demon
–
cloudless day
bright blue …
pregnant
sea gulls glide
wing feathers brush water
painting their shadow
gulls on sandy point
face bitter wind
feathered weather vanes
still water trembles
aroused by first warm kiss of
approaching tempest
above the warehouse
carried on a fresh wind~
the incedible white of a blackback
I do not mean to insult your fine haiku. I often observe the apparent joy gulls show in the most boisterous of days. Regards, Craig.
seagulls try to get attention
of Pier 39 tourists entranced with
rotund, barking sea lions
ed, i really love this haiku today. the gull surfing the wave as if it knows the warning. my haiku to complement yours;
crashing sea
the gull swoops down
to get a fish
I live by the sea and often watch gulls ‘surfing’ the wind – bobbing on the sea and scrounging tit-bits too.
car alarm
faintly on the wind
a gull’s cry
gulls cry
for me–
silence
no longer writing
from wounds
(HUMMINGBIRD; Vol. XI, No. 1; September 2000)
HI:
I can just see the picture you create. Good job.
I am a Michigander too!
Elaine
head hung low
cross his face, a smile …
clouds pass the puddle
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