The Sleeping Giant

A Sleeping Giant

Lies breathing between continents

In and out its chest rises and falls

A Shrek of a guy most of the time

Children and adults float

Bouncing on his crest

Squealing with delight

On bubbles of air

But beware

Of the Ides of October

When tossing and turning

Nightmares return

Thrashing coughing

Scaring all who once played on his chest

Fear and trepidation

Waters rise

Winds howl

Floods come up

Big Blow AKA Delta

Brings Halloween early

All Tricks

No Treats

Wide awake

Nightmare passes

Giant sleeps once more

Fans have nowhere to lay their heads

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Photos Dwight L. Roth

Disappearing Footprints

The Oregon coast is a wonderful place to visit. We hiked down the long set of stairs to the beach below. An old man rested on the bench with his dog. He lives nearby and hikes down and up those stairs every day. A rest was needed for some of us at bottom and top. The ocean coastline with all its beauty also holds dangers of slipping and falling over the edge. Warning signs posted tell us to stay back. The breathtaking view makes it all worthwhile!

Hiking on the beach

Our footprints gone with high tide

Only sand remains

Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse Frank asked us to write a Monday Haibun using the word hike. A haibun is a short piece of prose followed by a complimentary haiku.

Last October we attended our niece’s wedding. While there we traveled to the coast and spent a couple of days enjoying the glorious view. My haibun today is about our time hiking on the beach.

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Head Banging

Watching change taking place in my lifetime makes me conclude that it doesn’t happen quickly. Seems like paradigm shifts are happening all around, demanding immediate changes in society. History shows us it may take awhile.

Ocean’s white head slams

Against solid rocks of time

Change happens slowly

White foam creates a big splash

Hard heads take time to erode

Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Summer Memories

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Our first trip to Nags Head
North Carolina’s outer banks…
Camped in the dunes at Duck.
Two excited little boys
climbed the dunes
chased receding waves
created castles in the sand
collected sea shells
and sun rays in July’s heat.
Faces flushed // slept soundly.

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse, Mish asked us to used the word flush as our prompt. I decided to leave the tempting current toilet paper shortage behind, and write about a beautiful memory from forty years back. This is Quadrille Monday so our poems must be exactly forty-four words.

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Routine

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He sits alone, with his best friend, at the bottom of the steps;
resting from the long descent to the beach.
His dog is as old as he is when divided by seven;
Together they share this walk each day…
Stopping to sit under the giant fir tree.
its crooked trunk leans away from the ocean’s wind;
Providing shade and comfort for many a climber.
His dear old friend patiently waits for his master;
Realizing it will only be a few short years left
For both of them to share this  beautiful spot.

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

 

Fun at the Beach

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When our boys were young, we enjoyed many summers at the beach. One essential that came along with us was the blue shovel. We had a great time digging holes for sandcastles, and creating sea creatures, such as sharks and turtles. It is amazing what you can make with just a shovel. We even buried the youngest son up to his neck in sand!  Then we floated on bubbles of air, riding on the incoming waves. So many good times brought back by saved photos.

Memories of the beach

Summer fun in sand and water

Shovel creates art

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Summer Beach Fun

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Mid summer is a great time to go to the beach. It is also a good time to reflect on the fun family times we have had over the years. It is hard to believe so many years have passed since this photo was taken.

Good Times at Nag’s Head

Sand and surf // God’s natural sandbox

A place where awe and imagination merge

Watching our two boys chase ebb and flow

Squealing with delight as the surf laps their ankles

 

Amazing creatures evolve out of the sandy beach

With each shovel full of sand they take shape

Octopus, Sea Turtles, Sharks and Whales

All come to life at the hands of their creator


Sand Castles with moats and towered walls   

Sit on the edge of destruction

Hot Rods with seat and steering wheel

Roar to life in that three year old mind

 

Riding the swells on a bubble of air

Feeling the power of the ocean breathing beneath

Waiting for just the right wave

Driving into the shallows

 

Those were good times // no // great times at Nag’s head

Some forty years ago  

 

Now it’s grandchildren and a new creator

Bringing awe and imagination to life

And that three-year old

Still loves God’s ocean playground

Twilight

Beach painting

The ocean is one of the least expensive forms of therapy. I found this painting I did a while back. It shows the calming effect that the ocean brings to our life. Hopefully, it will take you to a calming place and time in your life as well.

Twilight

The pregnant ocean swells and flattens

Teaming with life unseen.

Feel its heartbeat

In the twilight rhythm of the waves

Gently rolling in… caressing the shore.

Salt breezes soften the heat of the day

Gulls circle searching for one more bite

Twilight brings a calm serenity,

As the sun kisses the ocean on last time

Palms silhouetted black against the red sky

Sway strong and tall in the evening breeze.

Everyone has gone into the shadows

Following the flaming line of Tikki Torches

Called by the beat of the drums.

Dancers undulate, grass skirts sway

Twilight’s deep shadows

Close into darkness… broken only by flames.

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Painting: Dwight L. Roth