monday came loudly
pushing weekend hard like i
belong to him, alone
not ready. buzzer
rings anyway. damn. too early
to be out, workin'
bell rings. students scat.
leaving notes, books, brains open
pour as much and fill.
traffic sucks. badu
sings me home, tranquil, though horns
blaze loudly through night
air fresh like new rain
poured over the city. repeat.
routine. day breaks soon.
~*~
(c) me, 2009. read.savor.repeat.
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Damn.
Your words are astounding.
Thanks guys. I really appreciate it.
love-ly sister
thanks Torrance.
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I think every verse of this poem could stand on its own like a Haiku poem. What do you think?
Heather
hey Heather.
every stanza is a haiku. i started out w/ the intention of just writing one & kept going. good eye.