Haikus inspired by/ Summertime out my window/ Idiomatic

Chanel Number Five
Pantyhose drying on fan
Lipstick and powder
Things to do today
But I would rather haiku
Mercurial girl
Sweet iced tea to drink
Unicycle down the street
Dog days wag the tail
Swanky music plays
Red curtains striped with sunshine
Aqua Oldsmobile
A revelation
For understanding haiku
Moments stuck in words
Sun bakes black asphalt
Kids fight over water gun
Cat in windowsill
La Vie en Rose
Acrylic paints stain my jeans
Polka dot headband
Look out the window
Dream a picnic in the park
Potato salad
Last night’s dark brown taste
Tangled sheets and damp forehead
High heels in the sink
City glistens gold
Trees hint at intelligence
Cold breeze prickles skin
Intense Buckingham
Blood pumps like a bass guitar
Esoteric Nicks
Free with donation
Indecipherable art
White walls and concrete
Winged diva trills hymn
Giggling girl and feathers
Horned Pan plays his flute
Crackling record
Hoagy Sing it Way Down Low
Sepia summer
I Belafonte
Lazy Sunday afternoon
Warm breeze and cool grass
Little Sparrow purrs
Chianti bottle glows on
Seamed stockings dark eyes
As the well runs dry
Here are seven syllables
Vision exhausted
Pantyhose drying on fan
Lipstick and powder
Things to do today
But I would rather haiku
Mercurial girl
Sweet iced tea to drink
Unicycle down the street
Dog days wag the tail
Swanky music plays
Red curtains striped with sunshine
Aqua Oldsmobile
A revelation
For understanding haiku
Moments stuck in words
Sun bakes black asphalt
Kids fight over water gun
Cat in windowsill
La Vie en Rose
Acrylic paints stain my jeans
Polka dot headband
Look out the window
Dream a picnic in the park
Potato salad
Last night’s dark brown taste
Tangled sheets and damp forehead
High heels in the sink
City glistens gold
Trees hint at intelligence
Cold breeze prickles skin
Intense Buckingham
Blood pumps like a bass guitar
Esoteric Nicks
Free with donation
Indecipherable art
White walls and concrete
Winged diva trills hymn
Giggling girl and feathers
Horned Pan plays his flute
Crackling record
Hoagy Sing it Way Down Low
Sepia summer
I Belafonte
Lazy Sunday afternoon
Warm breeze and cool grass
Little Sparrow purrs
Chianti bottle glows on
Seamed stockings dark eyes
As the well runs dry
Here are seven syllables
Vision exhausted

1 Comments:
"Last night’s dark brown taste
Tangled sheets and damp forehead
High heels in the sink"
My fave.
:)
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