Posts Tagged ‘foam’

Thou wringest, with thy invisible hand, the foam
Out of the emerald drapery of the sea,
Beneath whose foldings lies the Sea-Nymph’s home –
Lifted, to make it visible, by thee;
Till thou art exiled, earthward, from the maine,
To cool the parched tongue of the Earth with rain. 

Thy viewless wing sweeps, with its tireless flight,
Whole Navies from their boundings on the waves –
Wrapping the canvas, pregnant with thy might,
Around the seamen in their watery graves!
Till thou dost fall asleep upon the grass,
And then the ocean is as smooth as glass. 

Thou art the Gardner of the flowery earth –
The Sower in the spring-time of the year –
Clearing plantations, in thy goings forth,
Amid the wilderness, where all is drear –
Scattering ten thousand giant oaks around,
Like playthings, on the dark, opprobrious ground.



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Hair On End

The bell rang.
Frightened baby bird,
“Help!  Save me!”




Rock layers,
Water rippling o’er;
Light, shadows.



Surf And Sand

Churning foam
Rolling to the beach,
Churning home.


Hair – photo by Jill Smith at

Shimmers – photo by Kevin Tuck at

Surf – photo by Miguel Saavedra at


* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.

See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed: https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/


© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2014.


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