Monday, October 21, 2013

A Haibun, part of the ENG217 stuff.

I've in retrospect learned that I'm probably butchering this form, and missed the point, (the lecturer spoke obliquely of how many people put these in their portfolio with mixed success) but I still like this one, and It taught me a lot about much shorter poems.





Wave Theory.

His hands still quiver long after the door has stopped swinging. It stacks up. From commuter lanes swirling to the catalogue flow of nature reserve sliced into suburbia,

The isolation
has a way of affecting
everything.







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