So lately on My Haiku Journey, you’ve had stormy seas, beautiful butterflies, plenty of birds and nature…. now let’s see what human kind can offer?
I asked the man in the office, “Can I take pictures in the yard?” He said “What sort of pictures?” I said, “I am interested in rust and junk”. He smirked. “Knock yourself out” he said.
We prefer you stop,
if you cannot, we may help
save you from yourself
Always watching you.
Crows nest place to spy the land
watch for junk pirates
You rode the waves once
in black and white, your name sake
a glorious whale
It's a blue sky day.
I am parted from the rope
that hangs me often
The man said “don't climb
on anything in the yard”
Can I cross this bridge?
Do not feel hollow,
cry no rusty tears that streak
your beautiful face
How serious, we
humans of earth do believe.
Indestructible
You know those hard days?
Where momentum prevented?
Big life bubbles burst?
Are you sure that strange
shadow is yours? Reflecting.
Do only your work.
Thank you as always, for being here, for your wonderful comments that bring me such joy and inspiration.
And for those of you, like me, who just LOVE looking in junk yards, I offer you…. a gallery of boat junk. (Getting covered in mud, rust and dirt so that you can stay dry and clean…. you’re welcome😂 )
Are we forgotten?
Our service come to mute end?
We long for the sea.
Waves whisper goodbye,
Rusted hulls, silent stories,
Nature's arms embrace.
Beneath azure skies,
Wood and steel yield to the earth,
Beauty in decay.
Echos of seagulls,
Among forgotten vessels,
Spring reclaims its due.
Ghosts of the ocean,
Cradled by the creeping vine,
End as art begins.
Sunset paints the scene,
Shadows dance on silent boats,
Nature's gallery.