I remember looking up at the sun and clouds as I pulled my father’s body across the ocean surface. We were wearing full scuba gear; Papa was barely breathing. Getting him to the jetty was the only viable option.
high sun sears ocean waves aglow sharp wheezing
d’Verse Haibun Monday: Look up!
At d’Verse, poets were encouraged to write haibun on the theme of ‘looking up’.
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48 thoughts on “Ocean waves, or: Sharp wheezing”
You are welcome.
Oof. That sounds terrifying!
Yes. A stark memory
Heart breaking and beautiful at the same time. Nicely done, David!
🤍🙏🏻 M Jay 🙏🏻🤍
Descriptive and terrifying!
💖🙏🏻 Cindy 🙏🏻💖
Such an intense story in so few words. Great job.
💕🙏🏻 Lauren 🙏🏻💕
All the emotions, succinctly worded.
💗🙏🏻 Gillena 🙏🏻💗
I love the idea of a wheezing sea. Lovely poem, David. ❤️
💓🙏🏻 Jeff 🙏🏻💓
What a powerful, scary moment. The wheezing and the waves stand out in your haiku.
💞 KK 💞