Beachcomber

Carpe Diem #1704 Beachcomber … Renga With Jane Reichhold

Beachcombing (Message In A Bottle)

missing the malls
on the ocean beach
she gathers shells

designer sandal peering
from remains of sandcastle

afternoon wind
all the beachcomber’s words
blown out to sea

setting sun swallowing
colorful phrases

high tide
the beach leaves a mark
in her book

she laughs as I retrieve
a floating umbrella

cold beach walk
on sun-warmed car seats
two sweatshirts

soft cotton caresses skin
waves in background roar

a special beach
I put a pebble in my mouth
before leaving

the jagged cliffs fading
blackness, yet everything remains

smelling the light
on her tanned shoulder
home from the beach

she slips into nothingness
spilling the sand from her shoes

Haiku are   © Jane Reichhold (Extracted from “A Dictionary Of  Haiku”)