February 12, 2011

Not Quite Haiku Haiku

Some old poems from my Creative Writing Class in 2007, following a particular structure.

Very fun.  I like.


Fear lurks behind the tabletop
wrapped in cellophane
screaming at the pepper shaker.

Trauma walks into a dusty room
masked in peanut butter and twine
fighting for dear life to not be drowned.

Beauty passes by a restaurant on a street
dressed in pearls and perfume
skulking at the lifeless vermon.

On a lofty wraparound porch, happiness waits
disguised as a mistake in navy velvet
pouring marmalade into the weeds.

Ignorance promises bliss in nude beaches
clothed with smiles and laughs
flirting with looming disaster.


Art fondles the bus stop bulletin board
wearing black slacks and turtleneck
wondering why it hasn't all burned.

 

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