It’s ironic: Frost/
patterns are best seen just as/
the sun destroys them.
OR
It’s ironic how/
frost patterns are best seen as/
the sun’s light strikes them.
Tag Archives: Front Runner
High Train Window Kiss Smear: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
Her kiss smeared the train’s/
high window, but I couldnt/
return the favor.
Northbound 5:20 p.m. RR Pluses And Minuses: Revolutionary Blogging Sonnet
The wheels clack and moan./
The coaches bend and sway./
The rails sing along/
to the song of the railway.
You glimpse into hidden back yards;/
junk noone wants you to see./
Ripped apart trash and old cars./
Back-porch sitters, lonely.
Then scenery opens to your view/
that noone else appreciates./
Beaches, marshes, prairies too./
Mountain vistas, sunset lakes.
A new perspective is yours to gain,
to ponder and enjoy when you ride the train.
Where I Shall Not Go: Revolutionary Blogging Sonnet
I shall not, today, go to classes
where old men wittily incite the masses
to laugh, with fake spirituality,
at jokes too oft said inappropriately.
I shall not go later to dessert
with those who smile, but often hurt
with backstabbing comments and bad advice,
(thought they’re only guilty of trying to be nice.)
I shall write poetry instead;
allowing sweet muse to clear my head.
As the train’s gentle rhythm rocks me to and fro,
into the joy of my creative mind I shall go.
For it is there, when I’m most dazed and confused,
that I can find my kindest refuge.
Safe Text – Riding UTA: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku
I discovered a/
sure way to avoid texting/
while driving: Take trains!
OR
I learned a sure way/
to stop texting while driving: /
Take mass transit trains!