I wrote these in the hospital after my clinical death episodes on 9/11.
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flatline---
beyond the peaks and valleys
a dead calm
Cerebus sleeps:
I do the backstroke
under a starless sky
Aces and eights:
Charon folds and
rows me back
Lazarus---
from a vast distance
the sound of a voice
Room 2206
With the power off
a ceiling mount TV becomes
a dark green mirror
you can watch yourself
lie perfectly still
killing time
using the IV drip
for an hourglass
Waiting room:
using my test results
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the camaro nearly skids
off the narrow road
crescent moon-
his finger feels the outline
his pacemaker's curve
mountains give way
to a plain______________________________________________________
From what I've seen you don't need to be held under to come up with something worthwhile. I must have I told the oarsman my wallet was in my other pants...sucker!
I was thinking maybe vienna sausage sandwiches and ketchup...
the muffled cries
of syllable counters
I'd gladly help you with that. Paint-by-numbers haiku poets seem to be in such agony it would be a mercy. :)
It's very good. But it's chilling too. Not gentle, as most haiku I've read. Then again, I've not read much. I liked it though. I may convert.
You are right, most haiku do not go this far into the shadows. It is typically not done in the genre. They usually don't reference subjects like Greek Mythology either but my poetic license was just renewed. :)
Thx Kristen! In any form of poetry, I like the "Let your words be few" approach. I hate a poem that rambles on. Haiku is perfect for me. It relies on the intuition of the reader to work. You only need to present a few pieces of the puzzle for an astute mind to assemble into meaning. I like poetry, any poetry, to give my brain something to discover from the imagery.