Whether to . . .

Layers of putty grey clouds hover on the horizon. Empty masts jut upward from small boats bobbing in waking waves.

Look right: off in the distance, pale blue sky meets roof tops of white clapboard buildings; the town, a twenty-minute walk away. Look left: eyes squint as water glitter-gleams. The sun appears then disappears, valiantly trying to break through slow moving, darkening clouds. A lone gull perched on jetty’s peak, preens itself then sits, nature so statuesque, as waves slap against stone, lap into shore.

Morning pauses, weather waits . . . deciding on its temperament for the day.

early September ~
dalliance between summer
and crisp autumn days

Posted to dVerse, the virtual pub for poets, where today Frank asks us to write a poem that includes descriptive detail.

My haibun (prose followed by a traditional haiku that includes a seasonal reference) is about what I saw this morning, sitting on the deck of our annual two-week rental in Provincetown. Photos document the view! Provincetown is at the very tip end of Cape Cod. 

18 thoughts on “Whether to . . .

  1. Nancy Jahnke September 12, 2019 / 9:36 am

    I could feel myself sitting with you , enjoying the serenity of the morning! You annual trips are truly good for the soul!

    Sent from my iPhone



  2. adda September 12, 2019 / 11:54 am

    Wish I was there to share in the pleasures of such a tranquil location.


  3. Frank Hubeny September 12, 2019 / 3:07 pm

    I like how those waves “slap against stone, lap into shore” and the valiant effort of the sun on that cloudy day.


  4. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) September 12, 2019 / 4:09 pm

    I love how you describe the pivotal point between summer and fall in those clouds at the horizons… I get a sense of a calmness that is restless.


  5. Glenn A. Buttkus September 12, 2019 / 5:07 pm

    /calmness that is restless/ really nails the poetic vibe. I admire how much you are able to be inspired by wherever you are; a poet’s heart you have indeed.


  6. Laura Bloomsbury September 12, 2019 / 5:20 pm

    “Morning pauses, weather waits .” a holding breath moment beautifully juxtaposed with these two phrases


  7. Vivian Zems September 12, 2019 / 5:25 pm

    You had me looking left and looking right! I love the Italians between summer and autumn days. You captured the mood, the feels, the sounds and the sense the time perfectly.


  8. kanzensakura September 12, 2019 / 7:54 pm

    I love P Town. But then i love any town by the ocean. Tbis has a calm morning feeling to it.


  9. sarahsouthwest September 13, 2019 / 10:14 am

    Morning pauses, weather waits . . . deciding on its temperament for the day.

    I loved this line so much! If only we had influence…


  10. Rob Kistner September 13, 2019 / 11:21 am

    Excellent writing Lillian — wonderful descriptors.


  11. memadtwo September 13, 2019 / 7:52 pm

    I didn’t even think of a haibun, but it’s a natural form for description. You’ve painted your picture beautifully. (K)


  12. Beverly Crawford September 14, 2019 / 12:16 pm

    Your poems take us to the shore. Beautiful.


  13. Susanne September 14, 2019 / 12:28 pm

    This is an exquisite sound sentence “…waves slap against stone, lap into shore.” I could hear it!


  14. Victoria Stuart September 14, 2019 / 12:48 pm

    Such gorgeous imagery. I am right next to you, looking left, looking right.


  15. Lona Gynt September 16, 2019 / 8:02 pm

    Wonderful dalliance. Well done Lillian


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