Tag Archives: ocean

Haiku–Damp it All

Posted on March 3, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Drizzle creeps into all of my nooks and crannies. I wear my hat low. (seascape from windows2universe.org; drizzle window from noeleen.eu)

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Dream of Wander

Posted on January 20, 2014 by Jim Stewart

I walk through an uneven field of hills and dales above a river flowing to a sea in the nearby distance. I follow a woman I can’t see, but know very well. I turn to my left and see her … Continue reading →

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Buddy Elks Out an Existence

Posted on January 19, 2014 by Jim Stewart

(Note: Travel day today. We’re headed 993 miles north, back to the northwest winter. I’m okay with that.–jrs) Dear Biped, Lots of grass to eat today. We’re in that big meadow behind your house, which is mostly dark and has … Continue reading →

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Ocean Moon Haiku–Time to Rhyme

Posted on January 17, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Prayer sand holds knees; full moon dances with the trees, pouring molten cheese. (pinned from seepicz.com)

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Full Moon Haiku

Posted on January 15, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Big eye in the night; sharp shadows etch soft patterns; hearts know oceans keep. (photo courtesy of fullmoonmanager.com)

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Buddy Elk Believes

Posted on December 24, 2013 by Jim Stewart

Dear Biped, Spent some time with that dog I mentioned in my last letter and asked him about that baring your teeth thing that had me puzzled. He said you do that when you are amused or happy. Do you … Continue reading →

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The Actress and the Grunion

Posted on October 29, 2013 by Jim Stewart

She was an actress and even though I heard Wales in her voice she was as American as French-fries. I’d seen her in a play where she bested the writing to make me laugh. I lived two doors downhill to … Continue reading →

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Three Bens and a Maybe

Posted on August 31, 2013 by Jim Stewart

It began, as adventures often do, on a regular day with normal weather. It was a Tuesday, I think, and the weather was damp and cold. Great low-hanging clouds drifted up the mountain from the ocean and ripped their bellies … Continue reading →

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