The Blues

Haiku #764

764.

‘Recycle me please’
Reads a deadened plastic bag;
Deafening, in sedge.

Haiku #713

713.

Empty lifeboathouse,
Grey sea. No true fishermen
To rescue remain.

Haiku #516 – #518

516.

Plastic facemasks flushed
Find the Great Pacific Blight.
Cycle washing drums.

517.

Perhaps I will dream
Of plastic floating, serene
As jellyfish sows

518.

Pushing translucent
Routes through stars like ellipses,
Dripping universe.