I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Saturday, July 28, 2007

Haiku for the day (Reposted from Camille's comments)

Here's a little thing I composed for Camille's (littlebird blue) blog in her comments. Sometimes I just wacked upside the head in a poetic fashion (the muse isn't always nice).

Flower drunk bees lilt
Sated from sex down the street
The bicycle waits

And here is Camille's picture that inspired it:


Thanks, Camille.

3 comments:

Camille Alexa said...

Still lovely. And the photo looks great on your blog.

Thank you, Steve.

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Steve Buchheit said...

No worries Camille. thanks for letting me repost over here. I've been giving some thought (again) to writing straight poetry. It's not what I really want for my full writing career, but I used to be pretty good at it (maybe publishable), but I never really thought of using poetry as a "reader building" exercise.

Aimee, thanks and welcome (as long as you're not the new comment spam).