Songs of the Sea — 3 Haiku

Songs of the Sea — 3 Haiku
Sun sets. On the beach
lovers watch, sandy toes in
smooth blue waves on shore.
Sand tickles my feet
salty wind gently blows, waves
shimmer like diamonds.
Waves crash the jetty
spraying the rocks with white foam
dolphins play, boats sway
against the warm winds
fish caught, hanging in hot sun
pelicans gliding.
Copyright Stacie Eirich 4/1/16 
The pictures above are my own, taken on the beach in Florida, where I’ve spent a few precious days soaking in the warm sun and salty ocean air. Though Haiku is not a poetic form I’ve tried often before, I felt it right for these moments — when the sound and vision of the ocean almost stop your senses and words seem small, yet meaningful.
Tomorrow I’ll journey homeward, away from this ocean — but I will carry with me a few shells from the sand — to remember this visit by, and think on the time I’ll return.


The Meaning of Light

Yesterday I flew through long stretches of clouds, travelling above state lines as the rain soaked windshields and stopped traffic below. The cover of the airline’s in-flight magazine caught my eye – titled “The Meaning of Light” – I thought of the book I carried in my bag that pondered that same question. Flipped through the pages, intending to scan and not necessarily read. Like with Sky-mall, marveling at the unique and often un-affordable gadgets for sale. Instead, I read page after page, absorbed by light poetry from astronauts, the colours of a guitar from a musician, innovations of light from engineers, scientists and urban planners, even an entire city celebrating light. I didn’t stop reading until I’d finished cover to cover, until the seat-belt sign above blinked red and the airplane began its descent to the earth below.

photo by D. Breezy 

As I looked up into the sky last night, sun peeking out from behind rainy clouds just before darkness, I was reminded of the power, energy and creativity the light gives us. I imagined the colours in the vast sky above, like the colours the astronauts experienced thousands of miles above the earth — forever in motion, constantly changing. And I was thankful. Thankful in the knowledge that the light will always be present, always creating, always returning with each new dawn.

Here is a link to the issue. Happy Reading!

Unicorn: A Drawing & A Poem

My daughter loves art of all kinds. We have bins bulging full of colored pencils, markers, crayons and paints — sketching pads, note pads, papers of all colors, shapes and sizes. Her drawings are often of rainbows, family members, friends, school, playgrounds, animals — real things that she has seen, touched and experienced. People she loves. But lately, her drawings feature magical creatures. Here is her drawing, and my poem for today.


There she stands
beauty, white as snow
cascading mane upon her neck
her satiny purple eyes aglow. 

There she stands
high upon a mountaintop
next to a rainbow
shining in its colourful light.

There she stands
glorious creature of the clouds
holding her head high
proud to be alive and free!

There she stands
a symbol for those who believe
letting those who do
see the magic she beholds.

There she stands
making wishes comes true
and people into believers
for she is 
a Unicorn. 

Seeing her picture and reading the poem I wrote, I am reminded how children remind us of the magic all around us, if only we allow ourselves to see and believe. Reading, writing, music — the arts — offer so many ways to enrich our souls and cultivate creativity. I hope that my daughter will always have a love of creating, of dreaming, and mostly that she’ll never stop believing in magic — and herself.

Have a fantastic day — more writing and book reviews from the beach later this week. Happy Spring Break!