Turning Japanese

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I came up with this post title, realized it was a masturbation reference (from the Vapors’ 80’s hit of the same name)–which I’ve been doing a lot lately, using onanism puns on my blog that is,  but I couldn’t think of a better title so there it is.

This week, I decided to write a little poetry on the train.  The Notes app on my iPhone lends itself to short form verse, so it’s all Haiku–a 17th century Japanese poetry style.

I believe the thing with Haiku is visual imagery.   Traditionally, the poems are written vertically with an ink pen and sometimes accompanied by a painting, or, they can be inscribed on monuments.   I tried to stick to imagery but took some liberties.

Train Haiku

A morning train,

Chirpy chatter, Nooks, and texts,

And I, cocooned.

~

When I was younger,

I thought you’d burn your eyeballs,

Staring at the sun.

~

Little cat pounces,

Tail licks the air, fore-paws clamp,

She’s caught a house fly.

~

When he’s listening,

He nods fast like he agrees,

But inside, he doesn’t.

~

I dreamt of Tokyo,

Where you can leave your bike out,

And no one steals it.

~

January snow,

The sky is clotted with gray,

A frozen footprint.

~

Waiting for the train,

Bundled in coat, scarf and hat,

Her ears whisper songs.

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