Tea Time

Tea Time - September 3 2017 (seascape ceci - dec 2014)


The sea crumbles against me,
Leaving scattered bits.
I bend for a pinch of sand
To blend all the pieces ,
Fold them,
Knead between frozen fingers,
Foaming at a mouth,
Too greedy to wait
For the sun to rise,
Or the wave to roll,
Pinning hopes on the roar
That crashes illusion
And shows transparency
Of the way.
As toes curl, crunch,
And tea calls


© 2017 Robin McShane


English Haiku – #2

bubbles on water - morguefile

Floating on a sea
Eternal moving moments
Each a love fulfilled


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The Moon and The Sea – NaPoWriMo 2015 – Day 5 (to prompt)

Today’s prompt – “Find an Emily Dickinson poem – preferably one you’ve never previously read – and take out all the dashes and line breaks. Make it just one big block of prose. Now, rebreak the lines. Add words where you want. Take out some words. Make your own poem out of it!”
So I have tried! 🙂
Adapted from The Moon is distant from the Sea – by Emily Dickinson
The Moon, though distant from the Sea,
With Amber Hands prevents his flee,
Leads Him docile as a Boy
Along appointed Sands, his Joy.

Never missing a Degree,
Obedient to Her plea,
He wades so far toward the Town
Then, just so far, he turns around.

Oh, Signor, you, the Amber Hand,
Lead me through the Docile Sand,
And me the distant Sea,
Obedient to Your slightest plea.


The Original Poem:
The Moon is distant from the Sea – BY EMILY DICKINSON

The Moon is distant from the Sea –
And yet, with Amber Hands –
She leads Him – docile as a Boy –
Along appointed Sands –

He never misses a Degree –
Obedient to Her eye –
He comes just so far – toward the Town –
Just so far – goes away –

Oh, Signor, Thine, the Amber Hand –
And mine – the distant Sea –
Obedient to the least command
Thine eye impose on me –