Hmm, I'm definitely starting to place restrictions on myself as far as these pieces go. I may as well just call them haikus. That's all they are, and not very good ones either. Like I've mentioned, I just write these because I get ideas that are short and fragmented and a haiku is a nice form to express them in since it takes little effort.
As an interesting note, most of these are thought up walking around campus or riding the bus--I use my mental spare moments well...

1/17/00
Cold wind cuts like knives
without your breath to warm them
nose, ears, hands grow numb.

Pansy
Velvet purple and
sunlight center; these flowers
good enough to eat.

1/18/00
North Carolina?
Snow on magnolias is
a funny winter.

1/20/00, Gardens
After snow's pure white
There's no beauty in green--Oh
Snow, fall forever.

1/23/00
Be shallow or deep,
eyes are windows to the soul.
Why are mine so black?

2/1/00
I smelled his shampoo
riding on the bus today.
I thought I would puke.

2/2/00
Untouched white snowdrift--
curled up in beauty, could I
sleep forever there?

2/4/00
"Oh ma'am, please check your
emotional baggage!" "I'll
take another flight..."

2/6/00
Full on sensation
(sin is so easy to find)
still empty inside

2/17/00
Sunlight fills the woods
Pine trees stand tall and narrow
Bamboo bends with grace

2/18/00
I want the ocean
to lose my tears where they
will never be found
(yes, I know, it's not a haiku, it's 5-6-5)

3/19/00
I have been sinning;
but the sin has been closer to
gluttony than lust.

3/21/00
Where goes this dirt road?
Pale stretch swallowed by the night.
It calls--pass it by.

3/25/00
(hey, it's not a haiku!)
He turns me into
cold steel,
honed hard sharp edge
reflected in eyes, shining cynical.
Do I want to be a blade
that cuts through
cherry-blossom
tenderness?

3/26/00
The wind like Moses
Parts seas of heavy sun-heat.
Eyes closed, I don't drown.

4/3/00
Poor windowsill ant.
What an awful way to go--
death by Sweet 'N Low.

7/1/00
I never knew heaven was
a room with lavender walls
and white linen curtains
to let morning sun in.

7/1/00, later
I hate clocks. That damn
tick-tock that tells me I have
to go home sometime.

7/15/00
Out of sight, out of mind
makes me wish that I were blind
So many things I can't forget
the worst of them by far--regret.

7/15/00--after reading The Poisonwood Bible
I am over him. Over I am. (am I over him? over am I?)
I do love him. Love, I do. (Do I love him? Love, do I?)

10/27/00
Fall for me: ankle-
deep leaves, knee-length skirts, and work
up over my head.
 

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