My Haiku Day
Aug. 17th, 2009 09:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
heinelI can't help but look
at the pink plaid elephant -
a cute guy from class.
Afterthoughts...
I wonder what people thought about when they read this poem. The inspiration actually come from very specific things.
Well, actually it is from this guy that I met. I am using the term "met" loosely here as I do not remember ever talking to him. Not even a "hello." We were in the same creative writing class though, so I get to see him once a week for the summer. He is tall, blond, skinny and very pale. He has no glasses, and long, well-defined fingers on a smooth hand larger than mine (I passed him papers once). He had short hair and at the beginning of the term was clean shaven. Not in the slightest fashionable, he usually wear jeans, white tee-shirt, white dirty sneakers and a hooded sweater.
One day, he broke the monotony and wore a high contrast tee-shirt to class: it has a sky blue base, there is a cartoon elephant about the size of a palm at one side of his chest squirting white gooey stuff across in a curved trajectory to the heart's side. The elephant has a pink plaid pattern for the body. Considering his usual dress-code one would think that the shirt was some kind of message. He did seem to be (or, rather, trying to be) quite close with another certain someone with us in that class. Unfortunately for Mr. Elephant, however, his Adonis was absent that day. Ouch. Anyway, the shirt was so eye catching, I decided to write a poem about it.
I made it a haiku because of one of his poems, titled "Haiku Day." It is a long chain of haiku. He better not read this, but I think a poem of three lines can achieve much the same effect he did in two pages, and be much more elegant...
at the pink plaid elephant -
a cute guy from class.
Afterthoughts...
I wonder what people thought about when they read this poem. The inspiration actually come from very specific things.
Well, actually it is from this guy that I met. I am using the term "met" loosely here as I do not remember ever talking to him. Not even a "hello." We were in the same creative writing class though, so I get to see him once a week for the summer. He is tall, blond, skinny and very pale. He has no glasses, and long, well-defined fingers on a smooth hand larger than mine (I passed him papers once). He had short hair and at the beginning of the term was clean shaven. Not in the slightest fashionable, he usually wear jeans, white tee-shirt, white dirty sneakers and a hooded sweater.
One day, he broke the monotony and wore a high contrast tee-shirt to class: it has a sky blue base, there is a cartoon elephant about the size of a palm at one side of his chest squirting white gooey stuff across in a curved trajectory to the heart's side. The elephant has a pink plaid pattern for the body. Considering his usual dress-code one would think that the shirt was some kind of message. He did seem to be (or, rather, trying to be) quite close with another certain someone with us in that class. Unfortunately for Mr. Elephant, however, his Adonis was absent that day. Ouch. Anyway, the shirt was so eye catching, I decided to write a poem about it.
I made it a haiku because of one of his poems, titled "Haiku Day." It is a long chain of haiku. He better not read this, but I think a poem of three lines can achieve much the same effect he did in two pages, and be much more elegant...