__ Thanks for your grand reminder, Mark, you've made my thoughts wander back… to another place and time. At Schoodic Point, in the "fifties" and hopefully now, there were no beaches; then, there was simply the rumbled sounds of time's-tides. _m
gray Quahog
clings to its weed laced wall
low tide stones
In a time when so many cast off (even at first glance) what is broken, I thought about the beauty of broken things (people too). Endings speak to me about the cycle of life … the beginnings that follow … the place where we start from. I'm reminded of these words from T.S. Eliot:
"What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning.
The end is where we start from."
Thank you for your haiku, Mark.
choosing the broken conch
abandoned by others
summer's end
July 30th, 2019 at 10:37 am
your attentiveness to the broken conch is sensitive and tender. A loving gesture in a world of turmoil.
Thank you, Mark.
July 31st, 2019 at 9:18 am
Thank you Mary Jo
July 30th, 2019 at 11:07 am
ocean waves
the falling sun
shadows the sand ?
July 31st, 2019 at 9:19 am
Nice Mike
July 31st, 2019 at 7:52 am
__ Thanks for your grand reminder, Mark, you've made my thoughts wander back… to another place and time. At Schoodic Point, in the "fifties" and hopefully now, there were no beaches; then, there was simply the rumbled sounds of time's-tides. _m
gray Quahog
clings to its weed laced wall
low tide stones
July 31st, 2019 at 9:19 am
Thank you Magyar…
July 31st, 2019 at 8:31 am
In a time when so many cast off (even at first glance) what is broken, I thought about the beauty of broken things (people too). Endings speak to me about the cycle of life … the beginnings that follow … the place where we start from. I'm reminded of these words from T.S. Eliot:
"What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning.
The end is where we start from."
Thank you for your haiku, Mark.
choosing the broken conch
abandoned by others
summer's end
July 31st, 2019 at 9:18 am
Thank you…
August 6th, 2019 at 6:06 am
Imperfection can be beautiful too.
Nice, Mark.
marion