Isolated
under our dark umbrellas,
we eye each other up.
*
I still remember
the way she flicked her cigarette
into a puddle.
*
Honey locusts stand
naked in the rain, surrounded
by shed yellow leaves.
*
The hiss of tires,
the slap of curb-surf against fire plug,
the hush.
*
Fountain in a downpour:
a homeless man in a poncho
fishes for change.
*
Wet footprints lead
to every other table
in the coffee shop.
*
A clear plastic sheet
keeps the nude cover girls dry
at the news stand.
*
Sun shining through rain:
umbrellas rise to reveal
astonished faces.
I like them all, but the second one in particular.
Me too. I know some of the others are more traditional in turnings, but
I still remember
the way she flicked her cigarette
into a puddle.
really got me.
I remember that, too.
Sniff.
*skulks off into the forest, weeping*
Poor Theriomorph! I like them all and as a whole together, beads on a necklace…
Thanks, all. I kind of favor that second one myself, and I’m wondering if I ought to give some thought to developing blues haiku as a genre.
Very nice haiku!
Blues haiku – excellent! How many haiku can you write that start, “I woke up this morning…”?
Blues haiku. I like it.
How many haiku can you write that start, “I woke up this morning…”?
I’m thinking a lot. (I would take out the “I,” both for the sake of the syllable count and also to make them more bluesy.) If I use this idea, I’ll be sure to credit you. Thanks, Leslee!
Haiku Sequence: Pampas Grass
pampas grass
marsh mud glistens
in the rowboat
marsh wren’s cry
the sun ripples onto the mud
wetland chill
a patch of ripples disappears
marsh lightning
the tree’s blossoms open
into egrets
wetland channel
the moon spreads onto the grass