Wrote some haiku for my Writing Poetry class a while ago. I'm pretty fond of them, so you can read them too. They are all separate:
Gods live among us
and their celestial bodies
are the traffic lights.
You slow dance throughout
the day— jacket on and off,
caressed by the cold.
I hum to the sound
of legs grinding together
in corduroy pants.
Taste the remnants of
your cigarette on my tongue.
“Do you have a light?”
When the heat death comes,
what’s left of humans will be
ash and nude drawings.
these are all great, i really like the slow dance one
ReplyDeleteThank you! I like when haiku tell a little snapshot story. I also love to focus on the mundane and overlooked.
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