Haiku of the Day Theme for March 2026: Oceans
Who has not sat by the sea and wondered at its vastness and unceasing motion? About 71% of the Earth’s face is covered by water, mostly in its oceans. Near the sea’s surface and down deep, ever-flowing arteries form and re-form into gulf streams, gyres, oscillations, eddies, rips, upwellings, throughflows, jets, and drift currents. On shore, a tang of ozone and piled wrack, salty-tasting lips, tidal pools, terns tilting into the sea breeze, scurry of crabs on rocky platforms.
In summertime, our little estuary lagoon bobs with children, kayaks, and paddle-boards. On dry sand above the tideline, blue-and-white-striped cabanas sprout. Parents shelter from the sun, alert in case a toddler chases her floating bucket into too-deep water. Come winter, the inlet is given back to ghost crabs, moon shells, and royal spoonbills.
Lakes and rivers hold many hearts captive. My happy place is the seaside. I live close to mountains but head coastward whenever I can, hence my theme for Haiku of the Day. Finding haiku about oceans in different seasons and moods has been pure pleasure. I hope readers will enjoy this month’s trip to the sea as much as I enjoyed selecting the poems. My special thanks goes to the featured poets for all their ways of seeing.
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– Marietta McGregor

sea foam…
let’s run
across the clouds!
soft briny breeze
seagull patrols shore
sandcastles abandoned
sea foam…
a mermaid smiles
on a towel
a blue desert —
the song
of a lonely whale
In the old logboat,
your remains sweeping towards
the world of silence.
The way this post captures both the vast, dynamic essence of oceans and the quiet, personal moments near the water really resonates. It’s a beautiful reminder of how haiku can hold both the grandeur of nature and the intimacy of human experience in just a few lines. Thanks for highlighting such a timeless and evocative theme.
from the ocean depths
coloured mirrors arise
and shift my reality
HOD – oceans
salty breezes
whip up whitecaps
prodding them to dance
pebbles and waves
in the gyration timeless-
cool moon witness
tropic moon
the ostinato of the waves
on white shell sand
Ship in a Bottle/ Buffalo Head Nickle/ TITANIC Steamer trunk found
Salty crests crash
Castles fall, streams run
Laughter rebuilds
the ocean’s
unpredictability –
my untamed moods