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.
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Feb 4, 2010
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)
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)
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