Boundless Space

Sitting on sand, beach

bare of people in winter

Sounds fill the silence


Written for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai/#397
Shozanji (Temple 12)/Devoted to Buddha of Boundless Space

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to Boundless Space

  1. A beach in winter completely empty … just the sound of the waves and the cry of seaguls … intense silence … awesome …


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