Actions prove who someone is,
words just prove who they want to be.
And sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words.
prove just prove
a thousand words
A complex riddle solved, unexpected outcome entirely turning a certain logic explicitly.
The double vision brought cracked silver flash; sky decides on grey.
The baby speaks in the middle of the night – hears the wind and the rain fall.
Black night comes and I know how you feel.
Speak to me baby, pull your Mouth close to mine.
Nothing left in these buildings.
I’ve seen 3 men die.
Rouge washes down the street with the rain outside.
Winds push us.
Black/light and it’s gone.
Speak to me, storm has broken, now nothing.
It’s deeper than love.
So, speak to me.
The “official” Pleq videos are fascinatingly mysterious, simple, and open to interpretation. As both film and poem explore the nature of speaking and words it made me think of the states of water. We barely notice the flowing stream of liquidity, but the light, ethereal quality of steam or a dense, preponderance of ice can change our perception of everything in an instant.
You were simultaneously unicycling and texting along Columbia drive.
I drove past and thought to myself,
“Wow, I really want to be friends with a girl like that”.
The final line of this message made me laugh. The traits we admire or are attracted to in other people is just so varied and random! Even though a unicycle allows for “hands free” transportation, keeping the old eyes on the path ahead is still important – voice to text might be a better option!
Thoreau writes, “simplify, simplify, simplify!” My professor in college laughed at him for making a point in three words that could have been conveyed –in more direct keeping with his theme– in one. Craigslist dislikes the brevity of haiku, apparently, but I wrote this and it’s the only thing I know how to say right now.
I visit sometimes
we rake the yard together
tend the tomatoes
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Maybe we would have made eye contact when you passed through town.
Maybe one of us would have posted about it.
Maybe we would have grabbed lunch.
Missed connections guy,
This haiku is just for you.
Your wish is fulfilled!
Missed Connections are filled with good, bad, and ugly haiku. If you wrote one or found one, email the link to Lovelorn Poets and those perfectly counted syllables can be preserved for all eternity. Don’t be shy! Juicy new haiku bits are always wanted.