Well, this is going better than I imagined. On April first on a whim I decided I’d try to manage one haiku a day as a Twitter experiment. It was either a low bar, my efforts are lame, or I’m in the midst of a creative brain jolt. Either way, the twitku have been flowing. Here’s this past week’s collection of my original contributions to National Poetry Month.
Poems in italics are revisions of the original posts, which generally went up moments after they were conceived.
abraham lincoln:
poetry enthusiast
cockfight referee
benjamin franklin:
nudist vegetarian
son-of-a-chandler!
for kerouac, fame
was the buddha to kill with
liquor on the road
how does that joke go?
if my dog shaved his face, i’d –
no, that’s not it…
trees shed winter coats
last season’s leaves revealed:
plastic shopping bags
more branches than leaves
more dirt than flowers or grass
transition season
paperback spinner
yellowed memories smell like
pulp and sour milk
ancient old geezers
an ancient backgammon set
beneath ancient skies
bald light bulb against
a mottled cobalt ceiling
ugly city moon
eyes roll, guilty stare
“it’s lip balm, dad, not lipstick”
growing up so fast
chondroitin, statins
glucosamine, fish oil
old man old knees old
solos with a spoon
simmers in swing, blends bop hard
jazz dad keeps it cool
(inspired by http://tiny.cc/JkuMO)
one minute: sunbeams
pink tips burst from tree branches
now: sleet pelts them back
a sudden stillness
charged ozone, tiny hairs dance
when the lightning strikes
time melts slow like ice
into liquid memories
then evaporates
skitter and flutter
lepidopteran monarchs
flies made of butter
pen found in the washer
writes at first then bleeds to death
laundry scribicide
drawings on cave wall
stick men and antelope blobs
dance secret dances
shifting northern light
excites the inner artist
distracts the writer
head hits the pillow
the promise of sleep broken
the pillow fights back
frustrating morning
afternoon is no better
where’s the chocolate?
Care to follow along? I’m delzey on Twitter. If you haven’t already you should check out GottaBook and 30 Days 30 Poets this month for lots of extra crunchy poetry goodness.
The Poetry Friday shindig is rounded up to the nearest dollar over at Carol’s Corner. Plenty of poetry goodness to go around.
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