corn silk tucked behind a peeking, gem-studded ear – my day starts lovely (April 28 2014, on BART – San Francisco Bay Are Rapid Transit – to Oakland)
Category: Poesy-Prosey-Artsy
scribbles that look like poems but don’t scan nor rhyme; or else they look like regular writing – in which case they are prose; or they are pictures (which look like neither)…
BART morning haikus (lady 1)
rumble whine and screech my train clatters to Oakland lulling me to sleep une jeune fille skips on gamine, pert – my eyes gambol and I stay awake (April 18 2014. BART is the San Francisco Bay Area Rapid Transit light rail system.)
clefts of reflection
between romps, adventures, clatter come as leafly rustles
pohaku/wai
at first glance a wall but a visage lovelier for weathered sculpture beyond the surface freshness – shadows and depth beguile and confuse