Concertina wire,
composed. A portal
drips ribbons.
* * *
Haiku is extremely difficult to pull off. This one has some imagery I like (gleaned from this morning’s bus ride into my not-work work), but it is not quite right.
Ah, well. Revision in my middle name. Or chosen future-married name. Or something like that.
I’m in a mood.
Posts Tagged ‘bus riding and poetry’
haiku for this day
In the moment: haiku
I complained too long
Now summer washes away
Umbrella dust free
* * *
Her brown eyes crinkle
A stranger known by bus route
Smiles like she knows me
* * *
A man on the bus
A glass cake plate in right hand
No crumbs, no story
* * *
Broken umbrella
I’m a crow with crippled feet
Or missing feathers
* * *
Bushtits chittering
Chickadees point me to home
Summer [...]
