Ocean waves, or: Sharp wheezing

A haibun

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’.


Let’s write poetry together!

When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.

Ben Harper (b. 1969)

Would you like to create poetry with me and have a completed poem of yours featured here at the Skeptic’s Kaddish? I am very excited to have launched the ‘Poetry Partners’ initiative and am looking forward to meeting and creating with you… Check it out!

48 thoughts on “Ocean waves, or: Sharp wheezing”

  1. Oh David, that was frightening, Iโ€™m sure. Sorry my friend. I am assuming, and most certainly hoping all ended well.

          1. 20 or 25, as painful as the loss is, we must treasure those years as a gift. My father’s heart surgery gave him 17 extra years of full and enjoyable life, and I treasure memories of every moment with him.

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