Twice
a day
river water comes,
goes, in…out; tide
breathing.
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As promised, over the next couple of weeks I shall share the short-form poetry that I wrote while I was away. With the exception of this Elfje they were inspired by events during that time so I will post them here in chronological order – apart from Monday’s Haiku, which records an event towards the end of my holiday.
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May 22, 2019 @ 13:27:04
Hard to tell the tide of my creek. Though when it rains the water rises.
Cheers!
May 23, 2019 @ 15:38:15
Ah but this was a tidal estuary! Once, when we had a mooring in the river the harbour master told us he changed the water twice a day for us!
May 23, 2019 @ 16:21:39
🙂
May 22, 2019 @ 17:54:20
So nice to see you and the elfje back
May 23, 2019 @ 15:36:03
🙂