When bright lights dim and spin-doctors fell silent –
How shouts your life lived?
What would you like to hear?
Be still — hear the ocean — whisper —
Historical fiction mostly, but also some multi-genre stories & anecdotes
For me, it’s the small things that aren’t…the call of everyday mystery heard.
Hmmmm – can’t disagree with that 🙂
Thank you for your visit and comment, Willowmarie
Beautiful, Eric 🙂
Thank you, Celestine – I’m following your blog – love your haiku 🙂
excellent! i loved this (I have a thing for shells and never leave a beach without one in my pocket). thanks for sharing this, Eric 🙂
You’re very welcome, Baldy.
Can you leave behind your blog link – I can’t seem to log in as WP says > “oopshowdthathappen.wordpress.com is no longer available”
‘provoke’ itself is provocative. Like it, Eric.
LOL – I like your comment too. Yes, nothing is more provocative, I reckon.
Beautiful haiku, Eric, and I love listening to the ocean’s whispers… 🙂
Thank you, Lauren – yes, same here 🙂
The noise from conch shells, although explained scientifically, still hold magic inside them. I love this poem and the thought it inspires.
Thank you, Cheryl – I too love listening to the shells – their hollow songs.
Your haiku, Eric, gives poignant meaning to the reverberations of one’s life long after it is gone, and the challenge, while alive, of making the right choices each day. A sobering thought. Peace, Dee
Hello and thank you, Dee – for your sharing.
The scars of life, tales of paths travelled
So, it is with the fashions of the shell
What ‘oceans’ traversed
Peace and blessings,
Curious how something so small can be a magnet for so many, each one with a tale to tell, if only we could crack their secrets.
Very true, Steve
How many notice the lines on their palms – altering as the years roll by. Mysteries these, held in our very palms – yet, we seek to uncover the mysteries of the universe – the ‘universe’ resides in our palms
beautiful and so very evocative Eric! Love it.
Thank you, Madhu,
For your visit and presence.
Beautiful poem. Seashells are beautiful inspirations.
Thank you, Janna – yes, not all skeletal remains are things of beauty – seashells are among the few exceptions. Peace, Eric
I too have never lived too far from water no matter where I have lived, and I have moved frequently throughout my life having lived in several countries. One of my favourite places to walk is along the beach where I live now. There is always a strong wind blowing, the kind that blows away the cobwebs of the day. I love the sense of expanse and openness and the opportunity to catch that unique sunset, a photo of which I used on a post recently.Shells are rare on the beach here as we have little sand, so the ones we find are special indeed.
Thank you for sharing – yes, I find walks along the beach therapeutic for me.
Touches me today as I watch devastation not to far away.
Hmmm, don’t quite follow, Val. But glad the haiku touched you. Hope all is well.
Peace my dear,
Our neighbors to the north in Oklahoma have been devastated by storms. Hopes and lives lost.
Oh dear – that’s terrible. We can only hope and pray for the best, for the rest. Peace, Eric
Very calming. Thank you.
You’re welcome, Shainbird.
All good wishes,
Oceans whisper—- Oxymoron. A striking note.
Thanks a lot for liking my haiku “Truth”.
Thank you, Meena, for your visit and comment. And I enjoyed your haiku 🙂
I love the seashell poem above. Beautiful words that come together in a harmonic fashion.
Thank you Joyce – glad to have shared with all.
I like to stop and sit on a bench outside and just listen. It is amazing what we hear when we silence our minds.
I can relate to what you say, Christy B – when we tune in, we hear so much 🙂
I have nominated you for The Versatile Blogging Award! I find your posts to be absolutely beautiful. http://confessionsofanoldsoul.wordpress.com/ <-
Thank you very much for this recognition and the wonderful words about my posts 🙂
Congratulations also for landing the Versatile Blogging Award – Emn?
Peace, Eric 🙂