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ISBN 1-4276-0935-7
First Edition
Seashore Haiku
by Edward Weiss
FOREWORD
The poetics of haiku rest on the juxtaposition
It's been called the shortest poetic form ever between the fragment and the phrase. Most if not
invented. In just three lines, the poet must capture an all haiku poems are comprised of these two
image from nature and transfer it to paper. elements. The fragment usually establishes the
mood and atmosphere of the poem.
Originally from Japan, the haiku poem has evolved
into what is today considered modern form. That is, For example, many a haiku poem has begun with
the traditional 5-7-5 arrangement of syllables may or something like - "Morning silence." This
may not be used according to the whim of the poet. establishes the general ambiance of what is to
follow. The phrase part of haiku writing consists
This "freeing" of the haiku form has mainly of capturing a "present moment,"
one main advantage - it allows the poet to focus on something the reader can enter into.
what is to be expressed without having to worry
about fitting it into old forms. In fact, what makes haiku so special is that it
allows the reader to magically step inside the
After all, it is the haiku spirit, not the rigid structure poet's vision without having to interpret it. That
that is important. What has stayed the same through is, the haiku poet wants you to see what he or
the centuries is haiku's unique way of expressing the she saw directly. By writing in a descriptive
natural world! present tense style, haiku let readers stand where
the poet has stood. So dear reader, I invite you to
Oceans, mountains, and woods have been revered sit back, relax, and enter into the magical world
subjects for centuries and continue to be written of Seashore Haiku!
about to this day. Indeed, one can
write about these subjects seemingly forever and Enjoy the book … Edward Weiss
still have fresh perspectives on them.
August night --
Pink and blue flowers
Cover the seawall
A brown pelican
Glides overhead…
Summer morning
January stars --
So many lights
On the sea tonight
Nightfall --
The sweet smell of pine
Reaches the shore
Low tide --
The thick orange arms
Of a starfish
Almost dawn --
A seal covers itself
With sand
Autumn sky --
An albatross
Settles on the pier
Daybreak --
The beach path
Covered with pebbles
Late summer --
A clump of seaweed
Decays in the sun
November walk --
The salty taste
Of crashing waves
Summer evening --
The squeaky sound
Of beach house floors
Morning clouds --
Small waves
Lap the shoreline
April rain --
A piece of driftwood
Washes to shore
So many buckets
For one sandcastle…
Summer day
Pacific dusk --
Only red light
On the water
March wind --
A buoy
Wobbles on the sea
Winter chill --
Barnacles cling
To an old pier
A conch shell
Half buried in sand…
Twilight
Early evening --
Small flat stones
Line the shore
Late fall --
Wisteria vines
Reach the sea house
Ocean foam
Fringes the beach…
Winter chill
June night --
The cool wet feel
Of tidal sand
Late spring --
Red wildflowers
Carpet the seawall
Autumn light --
The aqua curl
Of sea waves
November sun --
A piece of pink seaglass
Sparkles
Blue and white
Shells in a jar…
Summer evening
Spring day --
Purple wildflowers
Along the coast
Seashore walk --
Only stars
Fill the sky
Winter light --
A faint sound
From the ocean this morning
Orange embers
From a beach fire…
Fall night
Spring wind --
A seagull pecks
On driftwood
Autumn twilight --
The timeless motion
Of water against rock
January morning --
The tingling feel
Of cold sea air
Afternoon light --
The smooth luster
Of abalone shells
Summer wind --
The ocean
So warm this morning
A crab
Appears from a crevice…
Midnight sun
December morning --
Only sandpiper prints
On the beach
Sunrise --
Mist hides
The sea cliffs
Winter afternoon --
The faint yellow gleam
Of sand dunes
Spring chill --
The sound of waves
Rising and falling
Early fall morning --
Only footprints
On the beach
Dusk --
A pelican dives
And catches a fish!
Quiet morning --
A piece of kelp
Floats to shore
July sun --
The sound of seaweed
Popping
Winter sky --
A red crab opens
And closes both claws
September evening --
The light purple hue
Of tidal sand
So many shells
On the beach tonight…
Ebb tide
Misty fall day --
Only the bright orange
Of a seagull's beak
Nightfall --
Yellow-capped pelicans
Head towards shore
Spring tidepool --
A sea star
Opens slowly
Spring dusk --
Green sea foam
Washes over stones
June sea --
A sunflower
Nods in the breeze
Dusk --
The still glassy surface
Of the Pacific
August heatwave --
An egret wades
Into shallow water
Bright December day --
The sharp contrast
Of sand and sea
Summer dusk --
Sandcastles collapse
With the tide
October sunrise --
The crimson-hued rock
Of sea caves
Moonlight --
A cool sea breeze
Enters the house
December twilight --
The blue-white tint
Of sea ice
Winter wind --
Ice plants
Cover the shoreline
Summer afternoon --
So quiet
Underneath the water
Sunset --
Seastack shadows
Bend in the water
September sky --
A sand dollar
Burrows in the mud
Thunderstorm --
An albatross darts
Into a sea cave
A heron
Cleans its wings…
Autumn shoreline
Winter night --
Only the sound
Of crashing waves
Sea moss
Covers a rock…
Light summer rain
The sound
Of dripping cave water…
Hot afternoon
Summer twilight --
A tern rubs its beak
Against a rock
Miles of
Empty shoreline…
January sunrise
Cold April morning --
Seabirds gather
Off the coast
Spring moon --
The green glow
Of sea algae
Daylight --
The strong smell
Of oyster shells
The reflection of
Light on water…
Empty beach
A jellyfish
Floats out to sea…
Winter light
The swirls
Of a giant conch…
Morning sunlight
Cloudy dawn --
A piece of seaweed
In a heron's beak
August wind --
A snowy egret
Wanders towards the sea
Morning silence --
A black-headed gull
Waddles on the sand
Winter rain --
A sea otter's whiskers
Lie flat
Atlantic sunset --
Bands of orange light
Touch the water
Summer sky --
Dark red specks
On the sea rocks