Watching the boats sail. Smiling at kids with their pails. I find contentment. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #462: Pail and Sail. So looking forward to five weeks in Europe, including three weeks in Porto, Portugal in an apartment right on the beach!
Palm Court, Florida We have been back home for a week. As you can see from the picture of the view from our rented Airbnb condo, we stayed in a beautiful place. The water there is part of the Intercoastal Waterway, so we spent hours watching boats of every size sailing down the waterway. From... Continue Reading →
I thought that by now I would be on the beach, Not worried about lectures I had to teach. Admittedly, I had no way to predict That the whole world would become sick, And that beloved Europe would be out of my reach. The inevitable will happen, you can be sure, And we learn that... Continue Reading →
Oh, to walk along the ocean's shore, Feeling the warm sand between my toes! Odd-shaped bodies, with little modesty, Seem to sprout up wherever you go. Humanity spreads over many miles, Enjoying the sun on their bare skin. Each one with personal stories to tell Of the wondrous places they've been. But pretty umbrellas separate... Continue Reading →
Hugger-mugger days! Feeling hazy in my mind. Sand and ocean calms! Written for the RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #282. The prompts today are haze and sand.
Autumn Beach from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie Leaves upon the sand . Autumn beach bursts in colors. Time to start afresh. Written for the Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie. The prompt is Autumn Beach.
When the music started, I could not sit still. "Act you age," I knew others would preach. But, my pickle became my microphone, As I imitated a rock star on the beach. You should have seen the looks I got From old women and others still aging, As I shook what's left of my groove... Continue Reading →
I have always been fascinated by whites and tanning. Being blessed with naturally brown skin, and the discrimination that accompanies it, I always have marveled that anyone would want brown skin. So, as we laid on the beach in Portugal, I kept an eye on the people nearby tanning for hours in the pursuit of... Continue Reading →
Culture matters, when it comes to just how much skin to show on the beach. Being an American, I tend to cover up quite a lot, until I am ready to get into the pool or romp on the beach. If there are topless beaches in America, I have never visited one. I assumed that... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 