morning mist —
the foghorn drowned out
by the waves
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My creative interest lies in the opportunities for collaborative poetry projects on the internet. I have been able to work with poets from Europe, Australia, Asia, and from coast to coast in the US. I currently reside in nyc and on the world wide web.
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autumn wind
is shaking the seeds of grass
ending paths of ants
I came to see the sea
a fallem ship
rusting my sight
The call of seagulls
Echo gently in the wind
Music to my ears
I edit a print journal, The Poet’s Art, that takes family-friendly poetry, including haiku. Feel free to e-mail me at davidirafox@yahoo.com
autumn wind
is shaking the seeds of grass
ending paths of ants
I came to see the sea
a fallem ship
rusting my sight
K. Agalliu agalliukujtim@yahoo.com
Hortensia, thanks for your nice Haiku!
Over the salvage vessel,
dispersing the fog
yells of seagulls
The call of seagulls
Echo gently in the wind
Music to my ears
I edit a print journal, The Poet’s Art, that takes family-friendly poetry, including haiku. Feel free to e-mail me at davidirafox@yahoo.com
silence
cross my morning path–
red detached wing
whitecaps call us soon
languidly we board the boat
destination what?
sleepless night:
waves keep time
with my sleeping husband’s breath
(I write ocean haiku here in Cape Breton. So nice to see some on that theme! Inspiring.)
morning mist
rubbing out
a mistake
out of the cool crisp darkness–
what is it about
this rooster’s crows