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Tumultuous pass-
When ten sails duelled tempest’s rage,
Six sails ne’er returned.
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This time I challenged myself to fit a synecdoche into my haiku!
Can you write a haiku with a synecdoche? Post it in the comment section, below.
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High Tide at Night
There’s something ominous about those inky black waters- I stand staring at them as the icy wind buffets around me. The dark and aggressive waves launch at the harbour walls, And smother the beach, hiding the rocks. All I can see of the waves are the pale frothing horses, galloping with wild, foaming mouths, And the rocks I clambered over earlier become lost to the murky abyss. I see no distinction between the night sky and the sea, Only a flashing orb of light in the distance To mark the position of an invisible island, To stop boats and tankers from joining the ship wrecks In those ominous, inky black waters.
There’s something ominous about those inky black waters- I stand staring at them as the icy wind buffets around me. The dark and aggressive waves launch at the harbour walls, Smothering the beach, hiding the rocks, under the shady abyss, And I only feel safe watching from the other side of the strong harbour wall.
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What could be nicer that to hide away from the biting wind inside a warm café, staring out at the inky waters of a harbour while enjoying a hot coffee? My sentiment seemed to be reflected in the mind of a local pigeon, who hovered by the door waiting for a customer to open it so that he could sneak in and stand in the warmth of the indoors! It behaved very well, and just stood snugly near my table- eyes drooping as it seemed to comfortably nod off!
Today’s poem also reflects this feeling- the peace and magic we feel in staring out at the water, watching the ripples and seeing how the boats move when they’re settled.
Next time you’re on coffee break, or in a cafe, give it a go writing your own poem of that moment. Please feel free to comment with it below, it will be lovely to see other people’s coffee break thoughts!
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In the Harbour
Puckering surface, Distortions in reflections, Light dancing, rippling, A harbour’s ink black waters, Where peeling fishing boats bob.
But, some time later, Surface smooths like glass, when the, Wind drops, ripples stop, Metal boats seen double in, A mirror-clear reflection.
