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Tag: haiku

Day 96: Day Haiku

It seemed about time for another round of haiku (and if haiku isn’t really your thing, please go back one post and read Spring by Mary Oliver… its lovely).

As with my day of haiku-ing in the Los Angeles airport, I don’t know if these are traditionally accurate. But they do follow that beloved 5-7-5 system.

One Day:

Morning
Awake for hours, they
play in the grey morning light
as you drift and sigh.

Midday
Smooth cords and slick screens
on each wooden slat. Smells like
caffeine and laughter.

Evening
Dishes pile and things
fall to the ground. They stay, for
a long walk awaits.

Midnight
Cool blue and warm white
soothe to you sleep while the Earth
spins into morning.

Day 61: Airport Haiku

I arrived at LAX yesterday with a little over 24 straight hours of awake-time under my belt. With only three hours of sleep the night before, I was pretty much toast. In an effort to stay awake long enough to catch my final flight, I sat down with a soy chai and did some haiku-writing. Believe it or not, below are the most coherent fruits of my labor. (I realize these aren’t real haiku by Japanese standards; I just stuck with a 5-7-5 system.)

Advice from The Tow Truck Driver
Endangered species
should never be hit with cars.
Hit people instead.

Cassowary warning

The Couple
How can you sleep like
that, he asked. It’s easy when
you’re quiet, she said.

Necessary Evil
Underwater brain;
stay awake or miss the flight.
Where is the Starbucks?

Gate 52A
Ladies with grey hair
discuss the nearest restroom.
This way. No, that way.

Electricity
Sleek white computer
lies silent on the blue floor.
Charger is lost.

Sleepless
Floating, spinning room.
At sea in the terminal.
Falling slowly down.

Sure Way to Get The Flu
Chapped lips. May I use
your chapstick? Yes, says pilot.
Germs make you stronger.

Hair Treatment
Sweet miso dressing
flies off the plastic lid. It’s
in my hair again.

Airport Golf Cart
Blue-shirted man says,
Can I give you a ride? No,
I say and regret.

The Long Time
Haiku writing can
only keep a girl awake
for a little while.

Bad Timing
Warm and spicy chai.
Caffeine kicked in on the plane,
which wasn’t the plan.

Questions
How much wood could a
woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck
could chuck wood? Don’t know.