Alliterative Haiku

Two variations on an alliterative haiku (that's haiku with alliteration)

she says I sound so \\ 
souled-up, sold on a light dream \\ 
drifting in the wind.
(tweet)

she says I sound so \\ 
souled-up, sold on the soft sand \\ 
sailing in the sun.
(tweet)

The second is more completely alliterative, but I like both. They're peaceful :)

As always, you can see more of my tweets, and follow me, on Twitter: @SoulCandyPoetry.

Tweeting a suburban wandering

I went into town recently (one of the major cities in Israel), and had many interesting experiences on my trip. I tweeted about some of them. Here's a list.

A pretty but very 'dead-faced' girl sitting on the bus:


her smoothest face / 
to hide behind, until / 
betrayed / 
it slit with lines and broke / 
into a smile.
(tweet)

... and in haiku form:

lipstick plastic pink /\
face unearthly smooth and flat /\
pretty in her shell
(tweet)

... a bus meditation:

sitting still on rumbling bus.
thoughts rolling under the roar.
wondering, wondering: a silent chasm cloaks me.
(tweet)

... on the bus was a very tired-looking old man who sat opposite me:

I saw the old man /
droop and fade /
slump and shrink /
eyes dim /
face grim. /
so tired; so old and tired.
(tweet)

... the sun hit my eyes as the bus turned and moved:

the sun skipped out from behind a tree, blinded me;
I closed my eyes, dark inside, felt collapse calling me.
(tweet)

... the sitting writer, an island in the swirling masses of humanity moving past around him:

he sat and swirled it all around;
ducked out of the race and watched it all go by;
pen in hand, open sparkling eye.
(tweet)

... and a musician trying out a guitar in a shop window:

sat young man /
behind glass shine /
strings in hand /
faraway eyes /
dance his fingers /
watchers pine /
walking by.
(tweet)

writing jam/rainy day - part 1

Making muddle of baking puddles, screaming curdles with bitter whey.
Climbing a ladder of I don't want to be here, crunching an apple, in the uncomfortable constant of whirligig roundabout change. Castles in the air, a ferris wheel with flapping legs; safety bar to hem you in, protect your head from falling out, out -- smack onto the tarred concrete, the bubbled cobbles, the unfriendly sharp-stoned flatspread, pierced deep with the mighty roots of steel.

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I wrote this piece, and its continuation, on a heavily rainy day.

forecast bricks

forecast bricks, a-falling from the sky, this morning.

denting the grass, a raining danger.

confounding the best-laid landscapes,

cratering hedges and ticketing garden gnomes;

splashing and crashing

and crushing delicate fountainwork,

intricate garden lacery,

squashing it, slamming it,

flat.